| Graduation freaked me out. It upset me, made me angry, made me cry, and i'm sorry Durant for punching you in the stomach. I honestly fell apart. I lost my tassel, had no idea how to pin my collar in, my toe was bleeding, my feet hurt, i was near to tears, and graduation was supposed to be happy?
But i stopped freaking out... i walked up to the entrance and looked out at the crowd. These people were here to see us. They watched us grow and they wanted to watch us graduate. Our accomplishments in high school were done. Then it was my turn. I walked across the floor to my seat, seeing so many people i knew, i've met over the past 17 years of my life. But i made eye contact with Jennifer, my freshie, who is now a becoming a senior. And it broke my heart. She was near to tears too. These people that i have grown up with, those i've met, dated, hated, yelled at, cryed with; this is my graduating class.
And i made it across the stage, without falling!!   YES! and i got my diploma, and i screamed for my friends. and
it was over. Freshman, Sophomore, Junior, Senior Year does this replay before your eyes as you walk out and run up the stairs. But you are grabbing people and huggin them, like you'll never see them again. But you will.
~Later that day~ My Bonfire was entertaining. I had a blast and a big thanks to all that came! Without the Kiesha jokes, the random songs, the rough basketball games, the umpteenth time i was giving directions, or just sitting around the fire with my friends, you all made it worth the while! Thank you!!
******ANWAY,the real reason i am writing this: we got our yearbooks, but no one ever signs them. I've never had anyone sign my yearbook in the past 4 years. so leave me a message that's yearbook worthy. i love y'all. <3 emily |
