Honestly, I wasn't looking forward to graduation. I thought it was going to be long and boring and full of awkward, over-emotional moments. It was a fantastic time though.
"Better than any birthday, even," as my best friend Jessie put it.
I understand why people like performing so much.
Walking out in that stadium packed with people cheering was incredible. Sure, the families and friends were cheering for the individuals they had come for, but it felt like they were all cheering for me. It was a fantastic feeling. Nobody could keep from smiling as we walked through all our old teachers and saw them smiling at us with a crowd of thousands jumping up and down in the stadium ahead of us.
We felt special.
It was exciting to hear our reticent Valedictorian speak more than a paragraph.
For the next few hours all the hardwearing barriers between cliques were lowered, there was no status quo. This is a rare thing. Brookwood is notorious among the other local high schools for its tight-knit circles. The fellowship was as fair as the weather.
As I walked between the rows of chairs to get in line to receive my diploma, people widened their eyes, "You're too chicken, you won't do it."
For weeks I've been planning this. I had been challenged by my math teacher to purposefully trip and fall when I walked to get my diploma. Everybody I told wanted me to do it, but nobody believed I actually would.
This would be my last chance to show I didn't really care if people made fun of me. I didn't care what they thought at all. After years of constantly worrying about what the popular crowd thought and constantly being judged, I was done. I would never see most of these people again, and I had begun to wonder why I had even bothered.
Going through with the trip would be my small tribute to this.
Plus I'm not very well known at school. Maybe people wouldn't remember my name, but who could forget the girl that took a massive fall at graduation?
So I did it. People were shocked. There was nothing to trip over, yet I had managed to face plant on my way to receive my diploma. How does this happen? Isn't that everybody's worst nightmare?
My friends were given dirty looks from nearby teachers as they laughed.
I'd never been more proud.
An overall successful graduation.
After turning out tassels, throwing our hats, and taking pictures I went home for barbecue, mi favorito.
I was more than thrilled to receive presents.
Claire and Danny pitched in to get me an iTunes gift card.
Grandpa and Sue got me some mazooma.
Grammalie got me a nice Bible with my name engraved on the front.
And Mom and Dad got me a MacBook (which I am currently using).
These were all great gifts, I am pretty excited and can't wait to use them all so thanks to everybody. You'll be receiving thank you notes from me soon. :)
We rushed over to "project graduation" where I received many handshakes and even had my autograph requested until 2am when I had to leave early because I got sick. Too much fun for one day I guess.
A day as what I would imagine being a celebrity is like.
It was nice.
(PS: If you want to see the video of my fall its on facebook)

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