The one spectacular moment that high
school students have years to look forward to is graduation day. Well as the
day drew near I realized that I didn’t want to graduate. Every one kept asking
me if I was so excited and glad that it was finally all over with. People who I don’t really know thought that
they could now ask me my plans for the future and expect me to tell them
everything.
When the morning came for my
graduation I felt bored and really didn’t want to take the time to walk down
the carpet and then listen to all the speakers. When the time came for me to
put on my cap and gown everyone expected me to be so excited and nervous. I still didn’t care… I drove with
my family to the building where my final moments of being a high school senior
would be spent. When we got there we had to stand in line for about a half an
hour and unfortunately all the girls were forced to where the white traditional
gown instead of the green that the boys were so privileged to wear (I was envious of the boys robes). Because the women had the white gowns we weren’t
able to really sit on the floor and wait for our assembly line to move for fear
of getting our gowns dirty. Well when we
began to gradually move I finally felt something. I had sick butterflies in my stomach;
I guess I cared after all. Walking down the aisle was actually kind of fun,
people were cheering and I had a cute boy walking by my side that I sort of
knew. Then we sat down and the speakers
began their very annoying and boring talks. I kind of wish we could have just
watched a slide show and been done with it. The chair was killing me and I was
getting a head ache, come to find out my bra straps were too tight and I think
they were restricting my circulation. Eventually we got to stand and receive our diplomas then we were blessed enough to be
able to shake our principles and the mayor’s hand. I know lucky me...
Well
finally it was over with and we the student body walked out, no longer students. As I saunterd out of the
building I finally felt some relief that I was finally finished. As much as I
hated the whole ceremony it really helped me to feel like my ties were cut with
high school and that I was free to do whatever I liked. Plus afterwards I was
able to receive gifts from my family… Heheh I really love presents!
I think if I could say one thing to
the world I would request that they stop asking me what my plans are. Because I
really just don’t know! Also its none of their damn business! One day I will
figure out what I plan on doing, but till then I refuse pretend that I am something
that I am not.
So there it is. I’m graduated. I’m
clueless. I’m going to figure it out eventually.
