My last day of school was just like any other normal day. I had
lunch with my friends and went to classes. I was a little excited
about never seeing certain people who I didn’t care to be around ever again.
I took lots of pictures and just tried to remember the day for what it
was. Mrs. Munza my computer-programming teacher was the hardest to
say goodbye to. She would read stories to us on special days and
always had a jar of candy on her desk. As I was leaving the school
for the last time I felt a chapter of my life closing. I was no longer
in the safe confines of school; suddenly I was a high school graduate.
That title had a burden to carry with it. I was suddenly in charge
of my own destiny. I could choose to do whatever I wanted to.
There were no second chances.
My entire family came into Fairmont to see me graduate.
To me it wasn’t a big deal, but they were very proud of me. Because
I graduated with Highest Honors I sat on stage during the ceremony.
This is a very big honor and it was something that I vowed to accomplish
my freshman year. Sitting on stage during the ceremony and looking
out at all my classmates I wondered what would become of us in the years
to come. My class graduated with eighteen valedictorians so during
the ceremony I had plenty of time to daydream about my adventures that
would follow. After the ceremony my entire class poured out into
the parking lot behind the gym and celebrated.
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