Every year when May rolls around, our local news station salute’s the year’s graduates, and the song they play always makes me verklempt. It also takes me back to my own graduations, both high school and college. I’d say I felt more pride filled during my college graduation, for several reasons.
As this was all before the digital age,
I don’t have a graduation day photo handy,
but this is a photo of my yearbook picture.
It was the culmination of more than sixteen years of education. As far as my college years, I worked extra diligently. After switching schools twice, I was required to earn extra credits to satisfy each schools requirements. I’d studied abroad, worked a part-time job throughout the week, volunteered for the art department, and in my senior year I made the decision to go for a B.F.A. which added several new courses and near endless days of work. I’d be in classes from 7am-10pm on some days.
Through all of this I was able to maintain an honor roll grade point average. To say I felt proud on graduation day would be an understatement. After all of these years of study, papers, reports and art shows, I was finally going to enter the real world. Where people get paid for their hard work! In many ways, I felt my life was finally beginning.
It meant the world to me to have my immediate family, and my talented peers cheering me on as my name was called. I could never have gotten there without their support.
To further the celebration, my family had a special dinner out. All that I could think of were the possibilities of the world before me, and the people I wanted to share it with.
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Girl, you deserved to pat yourself on the back for all that! Plus, you kept one heck of a great personality to go along with it! :)
I love that photo of you! You’re gorgeous. So great to see that pretty face in person this weekend and meet the fam! xo
What a great photo :)
I don’t have a lot of photos anymore either- all before the digital age too.