My friend sent me a text message this morning: At home crying because end of school finally hit me.
Last night we walked on stage as they called our names. We walked on stage and received our diplomas. Diplomas that represented four years of tears, laughs, tests, sleepless nights, overdue labs, and afters school meetings. Diplomas that stored the bitter, sweet memories of four years that flew by, like the balloons that flew off during the ceremony.
I watched their faces, faces that screamed happiness, relief, freedom. I replayed memories of my freshman year and thought of the little girl who never spoke, never raised her hand, never broke her shell.
We screamed, we jumped up and we hugged each other tightly, as if to secure our friendship bond. We made it. We did it.
I watched the tearful eyes of my teachers and knew it was over.
It finally hit me.
Comments (3)
jigaram mobarake!!!!!!!!
congratsssss!!!!!
hala bayad montazere etefaghate jadidtar
o zibatar bud!!!!
mooch mooch!!!
Posted by sasha | June 8, 2006 3:24 AM
Posted on June 8, 2006 03:24
Congrats....you owe me a kiss! Welcome to life.
cheers,
Dick
Posted by hairofthedawg | June 8, 2006 2:38 PM
Posted on June 8, 2006 14:38
All these motions and emotions just for a simple graduation moment!
Hmm,congrats anyways!
Posted by Ram | June 8, 2006 3:40 PM
Posted on June 8, 2006 15:40