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56: PiNkY's Up

College ended May 14th, a Wednesday. Graduation was May 16th, a Friday.

I received my Bachelor's of Science in Bioengineering. Passed all my classes. My lowest grade was in Anatomy: 69.9%. Professor Porter was nice and rounded up.

And graduation.

"Purple, Tyrell, I said purple! This is clearly gray." Luna a gray purse away from her body.

"What does it matter? No one can see your dress anyway." He took it and walked back to our closet.

"What, you think I'm covering up the entire time? That I'm not gonna unzip this gown and take cute pictures with my friends and family? If no one's gonna see this because my gown stays zipped, then I think I'll just go naked and maybe flash some of the front row when I'm up on stage."

Tyrell sighed, but he eventually did find the purple purse to match her darker purple dress (silk with a lacey overlay and a silver diamond buckle around the waist). She stood beautifully with her faded purple hair pulled back into a loose bun (some strands intentionally left out and curled around her face) and some silver open-toed heels.

I wore a mid-thigh wine-colored dress with black diamonds embroidered around the corset and black suede heels that laced over my foot. I left my natural curls messy but tamed (aka, lots of gel and hairspray) and added red lipstick and mascara. Luna did my eyeshadow (a very subtle smoky eye) and I still wore my clear-framed glasses.

Our maroon gowns matched both of our dresses, but the caps... Yes, the caps.

Luna cut foam drawings of music notes, pencils, a crayon, a wine glass, and a tube of lipstick and glued them in even spaces around the center where in cursive sticky letters, she wrote (stuck?) "𝓐 𝓛𝓾𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓬'𝓼 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓰𝓮 𝓢𝓾𝓻𝓿𝓲𝓿𝓪𝓵 𝓖𝓾𝓲𝓭𝓮."

I didn't draw or cut out my own cap decor; instead, I wrote names on puzzle pieces and glued them haphazardly on my cap around the words, "ѕтιℓℓ ρυттιηg тσgєтнєя тнє ριє¢єѕ." At the top right corner, I glued a plastic silk moth.

Oh, and we wore our Christmas lights.

Campus security urged us to remove them for safety reasons, but Luna and I merely turned them off till we walked across the stage.

Arts degrees were called first, then science. I sat in the crowd amid other science majors, though Isaac was nowhere in sight. Not that he'd sit with me, anyway.

First, Luna.

She absolutely glowed-literally. The purple lights suited her well and she did a cute kickboxing dance move before taking her diploma and giving it one big smooch and holding it above her head like Simba. Then she started waving like a pageant girl, and finally some of the professors had to usher her to keep moving along.

Then...Isaac.

I scooted to the edge of my seat and peered between two guys in front of me.

He looked so...mature. All he needed was the white coat and he fit the doctor profile perfectly. Even today, Isaac didn't bother brushing his hair much (what showed beneath his cap); it was the same extent of messy it had been when we first met. His undecorated cap looked good on him, though. Gown zipped, a little bit of facial hair (clean-shaven mostly), and his shoes...black Vans?

Isaac Marks wore Vans?

No Christmas lights, unfortunately (even though Tyrell left them outside his dorm for us), though he wore silver and gold cords around his neck. High honors. He walked across stage with an expression of pure determination and business. Firm handshake, thanking everyone he passed, a nod here, a pat on the shoulder there, a single, serious pose on stage for a picture-by his sister?-and then he was off the stage.