even as you walk towards the teacher holding your diploma, you're loose
there's no stress, no gripping your diploma like it's the only thing keeping you afloat
you're not even perspirating
you're smug, like your graduation was garunetteed
but it wasn't. yet we celebrate. for it is a miracle you even passed in the first place.
"i gave you two graduations," he said, smirking
"anyone can pass votec," i growled, grasping onto my shirt hems like it's the one thing that can keep me leveled,
"not everyone graduates high school,"
