As we go on, we remember all the times we had together.
After being searched for who knows what, I waited in room 161 for the crowd of Row 1 Scoreboard side graduates to amass. I saw familiar faces [Eric, Aaron, Seeto, Jirair, Adam, Indians] and not so familiar faces, but mostly familiar faces. A bit disappointed that I didn't get to walk in with Alex like I thought I would, but it's okay, cuz I got to walk with Kati, who is equally as fun. I met Jamie Rose Wahlberg [if that's how you spell her three names] and she seemed to be a delightful character. Chatted it up with Seeto, JR, Dustin, and whoever else cared to contribute to the less than meaningful conversations.
It's funny how things in life turn out. The first time I saw a horse up close [since I can remember] was the first time I saw a horse pee, which also turned out to be the day of graduation. It was undoubtedly a male.
The wind picked up as we got out to the stadium, which was convenient for our loose caps and sashes. I, unlike most others, refused to hold onto my cap with my hand. Using my uncanny knowlege of wind, I deduced that the cap could remain on my head if it was situated at the right angle. By doing so, I was able to keep my arms at my sides at all times, save the unbearable moments of an itch on my head.
My seat was 22. How coincidental. I saw my family while I was standing up, but when I sat down, a fashionable plant blocked them from my line of sight and I from theirs. I also happened to catch sight of Arjun's family and John's family in the stands. The procession went well, the fireworks were a nice touch.
I walked out with Alex. I was so focused on keeping pace that I didn't realize I was graduating until after I already had. I looked back on the stadium and saw the stands and thought ... well, thought nothing. That's the way the stadium after graduation looks. Graduation.
Pictures afterwards. So many faces. People I'll never see again. It's okay, they'll never see me again either, so we're even. Perhaps I want to be naive again. We'll still see each other, I tell myself. There are summers and winter vacations and spring breaks. But the truth is, nothing will ever be quite the same.
My peers scurried off to their Sober Grad. I, on the other hand, went home with my parents and grandmother, had a bowl of noodles together with them, and slumbered the peaceful slumber of a teenager who has just graduated and eaten a large bowl of noodles. Sweet dreams, World.