From my journal dated June 22nd 2012 (age 17)
It was one of those very rare moments, when your life feels like a movie.
In the car, it felt like I was having a heart attack, again and again as I watched the minutes on the clock tick by and as my dad refused to drive faster than the speed limit. We arrived at 2:57 and I flew out of the side door and took off at a run. The line was moving already!
As I pushed past my peers without thinking (but of course with countless “Excuse me’s”) I really felt like I was in a scene from a movie – the climax of the movie when the protagonist arrives in the nick of time.
But though I had arrived in time (technically 45 minutes late), I still had to make it to my spot in line; and due to my last name, I was 3rd. Fortunately, after pushing past 265 people I arrived at my spot, breathless and full of adrenaline.
Now that is how you make an entrance!
The story above is what really happened to me on the day of my graduation ceremony on June 6th.
Anyways, I haven’t written in so long (please forgive me!) so I’m going to make a couple entries on the same day today because so much has happened since the end of May when I wrote my last entry.
One of the things that happened, like I already mentioned, is that I walked across the stage in a billowy robe while sporting my brand new Converse All Star knockoffs. I’m very glad I wore them because I wouldn’t have been able to run through that line-up while wearing heels.
It was a huge surprise to be awarded the K__ Award, which is awarded every year to a student for “selfless service to the community and strength in the Humanities.” I get my name inscribed on a plaque and $500. Booyah!
In general, the ceremony was long and arduous (I don’treally know what that word means but it sounds about right). But it was nice nonetheless, rendered perfect by Stephanie (and the “grad choir”) singing a beautiful mashup of “Good Riddance” by Green Day, “Forever Young” by Neil Young, and “Living on a Prayer” by Bon Jovi.
And then we all threw our hats in the air.