GraduationI can almost hear it now, The voices of many different middle school kids line up, take a diploma, and sit down in waiting for the final call that they are officially high schoolers. I am thinking of my brother in that time and hour; what would he be like when the time comes? What would I expect to see when he comes up to get his diploma? I don't know, but when I think about his graduation...More Like This
I think about mine.
I remember when I was about to be in his place- out of middle school- going on to high school. There was some sort of change that I felt was coming, not because I am not going to see the same people again- but because I am going to experience something else in high school but I just don't know yet. As the ceremony happened later on in the day when I graduated, I almost broke into tears. The sound of people moving into what they call a change was killing me and I wanted the ceremony to just end. I knew I wanted to cry- but I couldn't- when I felt like it- they were calling