And I graduated in Lilly and Jacks, of course!
Dear High School,
You have been real, you have been fun; but you have not been real fun.
I am so excited to never have to go back to you
The signs read “Class of 2015” (above) and “I’m done”(below)
My aunt and uncle are in town from California for my graduation. Saturday night we all sat around my dining room table, in the same seats as always, for what was perhaps the very last family dinner in Michigan. When I made this realization, I was not sad. Although that dinner was kind of like watching my childhood flash before my eyes.
I have not hated school my whole life, just most of it. I high school has not been the best four years of my life- and it should not be. There is more to life than high school drama, sports, and uniforms.
Sitting in my chair at graduation was like no big deal. I still do not feel like I graduated high school. Moving my tassel from right to left was a great feeling, leaving my high school for the last time was a great feeling, but I still do not feel done.
At this point, I do not have many words to say about graduating from high school and I am not sure if I ever will. But I do know how incredibly thankful I am to never step foot in high school ever again.
To my aunt and uncle:
Thank you for making the long trip out to Michigan from California to watch graduate. I appreciate your love and support with every major and minor milestone in my life.
To my brother:
Thank you for allowing me to have the spotlight this week, for getting in the shower just as I was about to walk in the bathroom and almost making me late to my graduation, and for wearing what I told you to. Oh, and for always pretending to listen to my rants about high school drama.
To my mother:
Thank you for staying up late and waking up early to pack me gourmet and allergy friendly lunches. Thank you for making sure my uniforms are ironed and (sometimes) clean. Thank you for picking me up from school everyday with a Starbucks and yet another gourmet and allergy friendly meal for dance.
To my father:
Thank you for waking me up multiple times every morning. Thank you for driving me to school and putting up with my grouchy morning self. Thank you for bringing me breakfast in bed on the weekends and for having food waiting for me in my nice, warm car every morning. Thank you for walking me out to my nice, warm car and sending me off with a kiss every single morning.
To both of my parents:
Thank you for giving me the gift of a Catholic education and for supporting me every step of the way. (And for pulling me out of school for vacations!)
Here’s to you, mom and dad. We are done with high school for forever.
To everyone who has ever supported me along the way:
Thank you, for I could not have made it this far in life without you.
And to High Point University:
I cannot wait to call you home.
Hats off to the class of 2015!
Keep it covered up!
A special thank you to my amazing photographer, Matt, who also graduated high school with me today!