In honor of my graduation on May 21st, 2019, enjoy.
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An agonizing and unnecessarily long commencement, sitting too close for comfort to smelly old classmates, and sweating in your heavy, long gown with curly hair running down your back and a cap with a tassel that refused to stay still.
If I had the choice to do something else today, it definitely would not be this.
The single practice we had in the morning was fading in the back of my mind.
What hand do we grab the diploma with? What hand do we shake with? When do we stand? Oh my row is standing now. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.
My heart pounds as I focus on not tripping in front of two thousand people; students, families and friends.
Don't trip, you idiot. Can you not walk in heels?
My legs shake as I follow the person I front of me, towards the lit up stage where I see students cheering as they receive the document stating that after 12 years, it is now legal for you to sleep in on a Tuesday morning, and not fear the police will show up at your house for truancy.
As I look around, I catch a glimpse of curly hair poking out from a cap. Smile is wide, proud. The girls around him swoon and fall in love with the baby faced man and he basks in the attention.
Stupid Harry.
Why are you so cute?
I'm never admitting it to you.
My name is called, I hear the cheers of my family and friends, and when I glance out again, Harry's arms are raised in excitement yelling my name.
Over the course of the year, I could admit that Harry and I have grown a small bond. He isn't my best friend but he acknowledged me in the hallways whenever I would pass by him, or he would accompany me on my walks to the office to collect things for my teacher on my off period. He scored a job working at a pizza place and offered to hire me in with him. I told him I had to think about it. Fresh out of school and now I have to work for the rest of my life? Could I get a break first, holy shit.
Harry cheered for me as I smiled for my picture taken with my principal as I did him.
As I walked down the stage, diploma now in my hand, I'm unable to feel that spark of accomplishment. Why don't I feel happy? I just graduated! I don't have to come back here ever again. I'm free. All of my hard work paid off.
Yet I feel nothing.
Maybe it just hasn't hit me yet. Maybe I haven't registered that I walked across the stage, with a big fat diploma with my name on it in hand. Maybe it just doesn't make sense yet.
After the switching of our tassels, it's an immediate celebration; caps are being thrown in the air and the students are cheering and you could hear small children crying at the loud noise. I got hit with several caps and I think someone's diploma?
Oh my god, I need to get out of here.
I shove through the large crowd of people piling in the aisles and rush my way outside. In search of my family, I run into my best friend.
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