Stepping upon a simple stage was the best thing I could have ever done. Overseeing the multitude that was there to witness my every word, every tremble, every emotion, and every heart beat, was then that I realized that the sentiment was real. It was essentially the end of time and I could not bear to hold back what I no intentions of doing. Cry. Tears of joy darted down my face as I walked across the stage and received my ultimate gift. With fancy inscription, my gift was entitled “Class of 2009”. I had just graduated.
“Ok seniors, everyone settle down and take your seat with your name on it”. The principle conducted everyone as we prepared to get ready for our practice graduation walk. Amusement and volume suffocated the gym as everyone scurried to find their name. I discovered my seat long before any of my classmates and was more then ready to get it over and done with. Not seeing an interest in the joy I simply crossed my arms, lowered my head and closed my eyes to eradicate the happiness around me.
Five minutes later I declared my plan did not go as intended because I could still hear everyone just as loud and clear. Right before I lost my mind I heard the principle over the microphone. “Seniors, we are now going to start calling names, please make your way across the front of the gym after your name is called and make your way out the door”. Finally! A little smirk made its way across my face. I lifted my head with relief and situated myself for the call of my name. Suddenly, I realized there were 746 people graduating in my class. To make matters worse our school Alma Matter began to amplify the gym. I dreaded our humdrum instrumental Alma Matter simply because I did not know the words after four years of attending the school. In rage I rolled my eyes, killed my ready position and melted into my seat.
Without hesitation, my smirk abruptly turned into a pout. I could sense the stares glaring upon me as I switched positions every second in my chair. Two hours wasted out of my life before the orator called my name. With a shamble walk, insensible arms, and a tilted head I deliberated myself across the front of the gym and out the door. One of my classmates ran out the door and past me with glee assuring me that she would see me on Monday, the day of our graduation.
Saturday and Sunday went by fast. Vowing that God had cut off at least twelve hours off my weekend, Monday morning arrived. I had to be at the coliseum at nine a.m. I woke up at eight thirty on the dot. With no essential worries and not a care in the world what I looked like, I merely jumped out of bed and put my graduation dress, cap, and gown on. In six minutes flat I was ready to go. I made it out my room and past the mirror wall right before I was about to leave. Looking at myself I knew I looked unacceptable, but my mind could not lead me to care. Right before I could make it out the door my mom vented her words of refutation. “Where do you...