Oh, the places you’ll go
Hello and happy Friday!
As many of you may have noticed, graduation is nearly upon us. I’m so excited I can hardly wait, but at the same time, it’s a little scary. Our first marching practice, on Tuesday, was what really got me going — exactly one week from today, we will be marching to baccalaureate in the exact line that we practiced. Then the next day we’ll do it all over again at graduation, and that’s it, we’ll really be done here. I’m really glad I don’t have to remember to start a new row in the seating at baccalaureate, and I’m hoping my wedges aren’t so tall that I fall over… it’s a weird thing to be nervous for, your own graduation, but I’m definitely more anxious about these 2 big events than I am about all of my finals combined (sorry, teachers).
This has me thinking back to my sister’s high school graduation from a significantly bigger school in Park City, UT three years ago. Jessie was a part of so many clubs, organizations and honor societies that she had about 25 cords around her neck of varying color and length. I’m almost glad that Gould only has the single cord, for graduating with honors. It’s simple and doesn’t come with the added possibility of choking you that I would be worried about with having that many things around my neck. I was so proud of my Jessie at her graduation, and so nervous for her to leave and go to college and not have her live with me anymore… if she previously thought that we would once again find ourselves at a parting of the ways at my subsequent high school graduation, she was very, very wrong, since I’ve decided to follow her to college at Bowdoin next year.
I’m trying to imagine the speeches that will be made at baccalaureate and graduation, and I’m actually at a loss for predictions. I’m just hoping that nobody pulls out the rather generic Dr. Seuss quote “Oh, the places you’ll go, and oh, the sights that you’ll see,” etc. But I doubt that’s a legitimate worry, with a lineup of Ben Martin and Mr. Hedden (my best friend and one of my favorite teachers) at baccalaureate and Molly Siegel, our valedictorian, and Jesse Tutor, my closest alphabetical match and subsequent marching buddy for these events. They’re creative, and interesting, wonderful people, so I’m sure their speeches will be the same.
Just thinking about all of this makes me realize how much I’ll miss everyone, and how bittersweet it will be to have to leave them in order to continue on with the rest of my life. At least I know that my neighbor Wyatt will probably be crying harder than me when everyone is hugging one another goodbye… but who knows, I could surprise myself.
It all comes back to this: I can hardly wait. You can be assured that under all of the shaking, nervousness, and tears, I’ll be happy, and so will everyone else. I don’t think graduation is necessarily something you can prepare for, so for now I guess we’ll just have to wait and see. The next time I write a Glog, I’ll be one day away from being a freshman again.