Graduation.
It's that moment that you're waiting for since preschool. The years, and years, and years of torture. Pointless classes. Pointless assignments.
But it also gives you time to reflect.
I still can't believe I'm 18 and graduating high school. If you would have asked me when I was younger where I expected myself to be at this point in time, I would have never said, "Oh yes. South Carolina. Going to BYU-Idaho. It'll be great fun!"
Never.
Graduation is supposed to be a time of CELEBRATION. A time when family and friends get together, have parties, laugh about the "good old days". Unfortunately, I'm not so lucky as to have that opportunity. No party. No family. No celebration.
Just give me my diploma.
The only reflection I have on this time: LET ME OUT OF HERE.
