Something about wearing a black smock and walking across the stage is really, really scary. Something about the symbolism of moving your tassel from the left to the right (or the right to the left?) is too much for me to handle. Something about knowing that, in just over a week, I will have moved back home and feel like I am right where I started four years ago is so bizarre.
I have received four letters that all tell me that people are inspired by me. It is so strange that I am that person. There are so many people who are older than me who were my inspiration. They were the reason that I wanted to grow and become a better person. I can't believe that I am that person to people younger than me, and even people who are graduating with me. I feel very lucky to be so valued and am so sad that it took me graduating to find out. This, of course, reminds me how important it is to share my thoughts with the people who inspire me.
My roommate just shut her car door outside and she just finished celebrating her graduation. Clearly, she made it out alive. I don't know why I'm so afraid of this. It's nothing that I haven't done before - in fact, I did it almost exactly four years ago. I put on a robe, sit in a chair, walk up a ramp, shake the hand of some guy I've never met before and likely have no idea who they are, and then go sit back down.
The action isn't scary, but the symbolism means everything.
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