As I buried my head in the baskets of clean laundry, my search continued. Mom peeked her head in the door of my room. She not so subtlety asked me why I hadn't folded my laundry. Promptly, I told her about my busy schedule. And my wardrobe conundrum. After all, it was a kind of big day. Even though I would be wearing a large black gown over it, I was determined. I changed three times (nope, that's a lie...it was like 5).
Last Saturday was my last day of being in high school. The last time I would call my mom my teacher. The last time I could experience life with all the privileges and none of the responsibility. My heart pounded as I lined up in reverse alphabetical order. Being towards the beginning of the alphabet, I watched everyone else before me.

Before I took my first step, I took a deep breath, counted to four, and then began down the aisle. I started to cry (well, at least my eyes welled up with tears). My brothers couldn't be at my graduation (they are just too fancy...and maybe they're located way far away). I couldn't see my sister and brother-in-law which just made it that much worse. This day was supposed to be happy, and I was crying (and not for joy).
But, just as I turned to sit down, I saw who I was looking for waving (and practically landing planes) at me. The married couple did come. My heart leapt in my chest. And I was thankful. I didn't trip. I walked in a semi-straight line. My tassel was successfully turned.
Thus, begins another adventure.
These girls. I love so much.
Apparently, being happy also means we look scary.
Yes. His hand does say "My sister rules." Almost too cute to handle...seriously.
Oh.Oh. This is my first post as a college student. Perhaps I should have used a more glamorous vocabulary. Guess I'm not there yet.
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