Becoming An Alum: A Short Story

All through high school you hear, “these four years fly by fast.” I never believed it until it happened to me. The day of graduating was finally here. I sat through a two-hour long ceremony and waited for my name to be called, along with 375 other class members. I was drenched in sweat walking across the field for my diploma and my ears buzzed from my cheering family members. Without knowing this experience would change me forever.

It then hit me, four years had finally come to an end. I was now a high school graduate. I felt no particle way about it being an alum. All I could think was, it was probably the last time I would see 90 percent of the people again. Even though it didn’t bother me none. The majority of students were unsure of their future aspirations while others beamed with excitement.

The morning of our graduation commencement the seniors were to report to school two

Due to the fact practice exceeded way past the time expected my major problem started. The night before this day I had dropped of everything I needed like my cap and gown, cords, dress at a family friends house who lived five minutes away from the school. Upon getting to the house no one was home, called a few times and couldn't reach nobody. I waited more than an hour for the family to arrive. I then knew I had to make a change of plans and drive back home. Which was 50 minutes away. When I finally got home I had to be quick, because I had to get back to the school. I was so panicked and anxious. My makeup looked a mess, but I knew I had to leave for the school. On my way there another inconvenience came up. There was traffic and I was forced to re-route. The new route took me way longer than I expected it to. This caused me to cry out of stress and frustration. I thought I was going to miss walking into graduation. Luckily, I made it just on time to collect my cap and gown and walk out with my