Graduation

It's wierd. One moment you're in high school and the next you're not. It's like they're kicking you out or something, only they're doing it with a ceremony instead of a disciplinary hearing.

Well, I guess it's not really kicking me out of high school. I guess I was ready to leave, anyways. High school is very small, and the rest of the world is very, very big. Impossibly big, even. Graduation is... ah, I don't know. It just is.

Jeez. I'm starting to sound like one of those Hallmark cards.