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Narrative essay about graduation day
It was one of the most exciting and nerve racking days of our lives. Although we
were finally leaving high school, the feeling of being unsure didn’t go away. The
whole day was full of practicing for the big moment when the entire class graduated
on to a new beginning. All the girls wore shiny bright red robes and the guys were
dressed in a shiny navy blue. Standing there, I had no idea what to expect. Some
things I were aware of, my friends were leaving and we wouldn’t be the same friends
anymore. My role was that of being so aware of the future that I was too shocked to
soak in the present; being a pessimist was my main goal and everything I was sure
of became true.
Right now, a buzz is going through the hall in which all the seniors are waiting and
they look like bees swarming in the hall. It’s becoming hot and we’re all getting
impatient. Amber is more composed and enjoying the good times in the present. She
is standing there happy but sad to be dispersing from the rest of her classmates.
Ann, the smartest one is having a little fun but not really. Her feelings are that of a
person who realizes she’s going to miss what she had, but wanting to get the
ceremony over with because it’s taking too long. Standing in that room we are
together and enjoying one last real time capturing a picture with each other. Amber’s
mom is so proud of her daughter that she keeps talking and smiling and trying to part
of every MOMent. Amber is thinking to herself that she wishes her mom weren’t
there but she’s ‘happy inside because someone is cooing over’ her. As Ann is
standing beside Amber she keeps getting these expressions that say, she likes
being with her friends but, ‘what is taking so long? Can’t we get out of these dang
robes, yet?’
There we all stand waiting in expectation and just being. My thoughts are changing
from one moment to the next. We may be standing in the classroom concentrating
on the camera, but so much more is going on inside our heads. I know that we are
all wondering exactly what the weather will be like outside. The stupid weather is like
a child and can’t make up its mind to be good or bad. Secretly we all pray for the
best and anticipating what the shouts from our section of the bleachers will sound