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Graduation is a bittersweet mixture
of opportunity and letting go. Seniors are justifiably sentimental.
They know the world will never
be quite the same. We laughed as they said we wouldn’t want to leave, we cried when they said we had to go. And so our adventure ends. And some of us found our heroes, and others unconquered their fears. And one might
even say we’ve triumphed. I’m not sure if it happened that day or that summer, but somehow, we all felt older
and different. I knew I’d never forget any of it and I decided I wasn’t gonna let it end because I realized we’re
not just given life experience … we’re given the experience of life. ~ Young Americans A graduation ceremony is an event where the commencement speaker tells
thousands of students dressed in identical caps and gowns that 'individuality'
is the key to success. We picked up our caps and gowns and all that senior stuff that’s supposed to help us remember the good ole days, but some of the things that you remember the most, can’t
be put on paper. That day finally came, and you sat there with all the friends
you had made over the years … you looked out at your family and deep down, you knew that this was a once in a lifetime moment. It was the last time in your life that all these people would be together in once place. Yeah, there would be
reunions, but there was always the chance that one person wouldn’t make it there. You looked back on your time with these people and realized it was short lived and that it didn’t seem as if there was enough time for everything that you wanted to accomplish … sports, activities, SAT, ACT, and all that good stuff. They called your name, your tassel got turned, and you got a piece of paper that said you were smart. Then you said good-bye … maybe to your town, and that school and your friends. You know that you can go back to visit, but there will be strangers in the halls and it’s not the same. It’s different … you’re different … but it’s not the end. In fact, everything is just the beginning. I walked through those doors with a half smile on my face. I walked in expecting
to see those “big seniors” shoving through the hallways: laughing, giving each other bad times … I expected
to see them taking their last year and absorbing it all. I expected them to look at me and think, “Just another lower
classman.” I expected to have one or two in my classes, giving the teachers a hard time because they’re a “big
senior”. I expected to see my senior friends’ faces and to make my last year with them the best that I could.
I expected to have a couple more years in this place. If not that, then at least one more. I guess I expected all of the wrong
things because I knew that the second I walked through those doors, I had become “a big senior”. This is it, my
last year of high school, my last year of those homework assignments that I complained about every day of those four years
I had been here. Give them back, please, give me back those essays … those book reports … they’ll never
compare to the things I’m going to have to face in this real world that isn’t even a year away from hitting me
right in the face. Let me keep my friends, please. I’ve been with some of these people since kindergarten. How can it
all stop just like that? Better yet, where did it go? How did I let time slip by so fast? Give me time, just let me tell all
these people … all of my friends … how much they mean to me. Let me go back to my freshman year, to tell my teachers
how much I really did learn. Give me the time to tell them that what they did for not only me … but for everyone else
in this place DID make an impact on our lives. Stop. Let me tell all of those people who said, “It’ll go by fast”
how right they were. Slow down … just please slow down. How sad it is, to think that the first day of my last year is
gone. I can’t bring back the past, but I can make the future a past that I’ll remember … for the rest of
my life. After all, I am … a big senior |
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