I write this 4 margaritas deep, so bare with me.
my words, although never eloquent, may be sloppier than usual, but goodness are they true.
As I stood in a line by myself while all the others were surrounded by friends, I wept.
I wept because as much as I loved them at the time, friends didn’t get me here, I did.
I made the choices, I skipped the classes, I did the studying. Friends or no friends, I was there, graduating with my Bachelor’s degree.
And I cried.
I didn’t think I would. I have not been looking forward to this day. I was praying it would go by so fast so I could just move on with life.
But I’m glad it took its time.
I cried while walking on to the field, I cried while walking the stage, and I cried while clutching my diploma.
I didn’t know how important this day was to me.
I hated college. I struggled so hard. I lost so many friends. I felt more alone than I ever did in high school.
But graduation made it worth it.
Knowing I did something, no matter how much I didn’t want to, no matter how many friends I lost, no matter how much I cried, I did something important.
Also, here’s my cap because I’m super proud of it.