It still doesn't even feel real. We stood in that back gym for two hours waiting for 1:30 to come so that we could just walk across that stage and receive that diploma that we'd been dreaming about for the last four years.
Well, I have that diploma, I have pictures, I have a cap and gown to prove it. But I still feel like that scared little girl on the first day of freshman year. Even more so, now that I actually have to face reality.
I'm moving out in less than 3 months to a place where I know no one. I'm going to be living with a stranger and attending a school where everything is double the pace as it was in high school. And I thought my College Prep Statistics class was hard. Imagine what College LEVEL Stats will be like.
Graduation was, in a word, long. The speeches, luckily, were all entertaining, even the councilmen's. It kept us awake. Too bad is was about ninety degrees in the arena.
Walking across that stage after hearing my name was very weird. I don't even remember her saying my name, I just remember walking and shaking someone's hand and then it was done. I was officially a high school graduate. Even after we moved our tassels over from the right to the left it didn't feel real.
After graduation we had a party. My class got to go on a little cruise around the inner harbor as one last hurrah to high school.
It was a lot of fun actually. More fun than I thought it would be. There was a buffet and dancing and games and I really enjoyed getting to spend time with my friends.
What's depressing is that the DJ on the boat was better than our DJ for prom.
I slept until 10:30 today and it's 2:30 now and it STILL doesn't feel real. Maybe it'll feel real when my Towson schedule comes. Or maybe when my bedding arrives. Or maybe it won't feel real until August 23 when I have to move into the dorms with that stranger.
I'm 18 years old. I'm a high school graduate, and I'm tired as all hell.
I'm not even close to being ready for the real world, but here I come.
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megan you really are an amazing writer,
ReplyDeleteand it's really great that you've made a blog to reflect on your life as it goes by. i wish i could take it as serious as you, if that makes sense. i only write things i think are funny and feel immature and bad afterwards. but never let this writing thing go, because,
some day when you're all big and successful you'll look back on this, on your high school and teenage years and feel overwhelmed with how worthwhile it was to write these things.
it's overwhelming to read it now. i don't know. i like you, megan clark, you're alright.
as stated before, even if it feels like i'm the only one reading, which isn't the truth, you can always remember that loser boris kid from high school that will read your things.
-number #1 fan