Graduation

tassel, medal, cap, and cords. The fruits of 4 years of high school, all bundled together in this little package, and the permission to walk 20 feet shaking hands with all whom you meet.

And in the end. I think if I had gone to designated high school, which I had so determined to surpass, life would have been good. It seemed. welcoming. The population large enough to get lost in, and drift. It would have been fun. Maybe I was stupid to have been adamant on going to the "prestigious" school.