Graduation-Only a little longer

Megan - Evart, Michigan
Entered on February 11, 2009
Age Group: 18 - 30
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I check the calendar day-by-day, crossing off each one as I go.

This is done with excitement because I know the day is coming. The day

when I will proudly walk across the stage as a graduate of my high school.

I already envision my family and friends standing, getting on their feet and

cheering as loudly as they can when they hear my name read. Everything

finally seems to be falling into place, each little piece of the puzzle fit together.

Sometimes, though, I forget what’s really important. When

my senior year started, I thought to myself: “It can’t get over soon enough.”

Each day seemed to go by in a slow painful agony as I drug myself out

of bed. But when I would get to school I was surrounded by my friends.

Some were freshmen, some sophomores, some juniors, and even

seniors like myself all gathered together in the cafeteria at one table.

Sometimes we wouldn’t all sit together, everyone would be scattered

in different places. I’d go around to everyone and talk, eat breakfast,

and haul my backpack to my locker. Those first thirty-five minutes

each day helped me to get through the rest of it.

That’s when it hits me. After I leave this year, I’ll

probably never see any of these people again. Everyone will

be scattered, but this time it won’t be a few steps away to

a table. It’ll be counties, states, or even countries away.

Years will go by and not a word from some of them while

others stay close. I want to remember the feeling I have

each day at that breakfast table. The laughs, the smiles,

even the tears. But most of all I want to remember the people

who helped me get to my senior year. Those friends that

picked me up when I was down, made me laugh when

all I wanted to do was cry, who’d help me with my

homework or even offer a word of advice.

These people have become more like

my own family. Every day that was a struggle

I was never alone. I always had someone

there. They treated me with kindess,

compassion, and understanding. They

didn’t have to do this. They could have

just as easily walked away at any time.

But they didn’t. They chose to be there,

and like my family always does they made

me feel special. Like I was no different than

anyone else. In their eyes I was myself and

I was perfect to them.

So before I say goodbye to my school

forever, I’ll do what I can. Get phone numbers,

addresses. Email, anything I can get my hands

on to keep in contact. I’ll stay in touch as often

as possible and make sure my friends realize that

I haven’t forgotten them, as I’m sure they’ll

remember me. Friendship is a gift that can

last forever. This I believe.