{This post is scheduled for the time of my graduation, 7:00 PM on May 21, 2015. I will actually write it afterwards.}
It was so surreal-- the moment I had been imaging my entire life was here. In my teal and black gown and with my sparkly tassle carefully hanging from the right side of my cap, I entered the field with Highland High School's class of 2015. It was the same field where we had screamed with spirit during our football games, where we had watched our mascot parachute through the sky during the homecoming pep assembly. This time, though I no longer donned a cheer uniform nor did school royalty wave in parade, the people cheered just as loudly as in every precious memory we'd gained these past four years.
There were good times, and there were bad times. Freshman and sophomore year the classes were almost unbearably hard, but I spent every Friday and Saturday having the time of my life with friends. Junior and senior year the classes were a breeze but I learned many more important things-- about myself, about friendship and love, about choosing to be happy even when I felt terribly sad, about the importance of making clean choices and about taking control of my own life path.
We took our seats and the speeches began. We were given many inspiration messages about our potential and it was so exhilarating to be reminded that now, free from the bonds of childhood, the millennial generation can make a difference in the world so long as we choose to do so.
Then the list of names began. I couldn't help the bouncing of my feet-- the anxiousness was unbelievable! This was it! Not gonna lie though-- as soon as Katherine Elizabeth Lundgreen echoed through the speakers, half of my brain was occupied with the thought don't-trip-don't-trip while I took my my diploma and shook a line of hands and smiled like crazy. The other half? Ecstatic, shocked, nervous, relieved, nostalgic you name it.
And then? "Class of 2015, we did it!" and the tassles moved from right to left and caps flew and fireworks exploded. When childhood friend Katie and I saw each other, we screamed and hugged and then suddenly pulled back, made eye contact and started to cry. It had hit us. Volume I of our lives had officially drawn to a close.
There were good times, and there were bad times. Freshman and sophomore year the classes were almost unbearably hard, but I spent every Friday and Saturday having the time of my life with friends. Junior and senior year the classes were a breeze but I learned many more important things-- about myself, about friendship and love, about choosing to be happy even when I felt terribly sad, about the importance of making clean choices and about taking control of my own life path.
We took our seats and the speeches began. We were given many inspiration messages about our potential and it was so exhilarating to be reminded that now, free from the bonds of childhood, the millennial generation can make a difference in the world so long as we choose to do so.
Then the list of names began. I couldn't help the bouncing of my feet-- the anxiousness was unbelievable! This was it! Not gonna lie though-- as soon as Katherine Elizabeth Lundgreen echoed through the speakers, half of my brain was occupied with the thought don't-trip-don't-trip while I took my my diploma and shook a line of hands and smiled like crazy. The other half? Ecstatic, shocked, nervous, relieved, nostalgic you name it.
And then? "Class of 2015, we did it!" and the tassles moved from right to left and caps flew and fireworks exploded. When childhood friend Katie and I saw each other, we screamed and hugged and then suddenly pulled back, made eye contact and started to cry. It had hit us. Volume I of our lives had officially drawn to a close.






























