Tear. My younger brother graduated from secondary school today. I’ve only been to two commencement ceremonies prior to this one; the first was for my best friend / “cousin” (we call each other cousins because everyone thinks we are), and the second was my own. I didn’t think this one would be much different – but it was. I felt so old, which is weird because it’s only been two years since I myself graduated from secondary school and entered the thick of things that so many people like to call the real world.
It was especially odd because as I’ve mentioned before, I grew up in a really tightly knit community and all the kids knew each other, and we were all close – when we were kids, that is. Today I saw all those faces but they were older, more mature, more ready. Now that I myself am older I feel like I appreciate the milestone of graduation so much more; when I was in the twelfth grade and ready to cross the stage it just seemed like another day, another step to go through to get to wherever I was supposed to go. But really, it’s a celebration and supposed to be a moment to be cherished. I hope my brother realized that.
I sound like such an old bat.