I don’t know how to title this post. I don’t even know how to feel about it right now. However, I think I have a good way to summarize my feelings of the day. I found a picture I took to be particularly inspiring, and more importantly indicative of my time in Columbia High School.
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“Tennis Shoes” 13 years in the making. A student, a scholar. A reader, a writer. All culminating in One cap, and One gown. A red fringed tassle dances about my face. Wearing a black hat that just wont seem to fit around my head. A smooth red gown, polyesther for sure. Flagrant suggestions of walking, talking, poise… and posture. A last name with Z, how fitting. An anticlimactic end to drama left and right. A victorious end, to a difficult fight. I realize now, It doesn’t all come down to this. My satisfaction is in the things I’ve done. Not a saunter across the stage at this so called ‘Celebration’ I can look back now and see the fun I had, the classes I missed, the bad, and good news. And it was so fitting. I graduated high school: in my tennis shoes. |
