HHS Class of 2011

I never thought that I would feel this way about graduating from Herndon. I never liked it very much. I always wished that I could be back at my old school with all my old friends, making new memories. But it wasn't just that, I am shy and I was extremely worried about finding my place and friends that would except me for me. I was right to be worried and it took me awhile, but I finally found those friends. People who wouldn't judge me for how preppy I dressed or how goofy I acted or for how nerdy I really am. They are the best anyone could ask for.

So there I was, sitting in the George Mason Patriot Center, waiting. First, there are a few welcome speeches; then they recognize those with above a 3.8, and then those with above 4.0s (I was one of them!); next, it's one of my best friend's turn to say her speech. She was nervous about if people would like it or even care what she had to say, she was nervous that someone would get a beach ball taken away and our classmates would start booing. She had nothing to worry about, the speech was perfectly inspirational and completely Annie. Finally, it was time for our names to be called. It seemed like forever, waiting as they went through the alphabet: a, b, c, d, e, f, g, h, i, j, k, l, m, n, o, p, q, r, and finally S! With all my cords and medals around my neck, I crossed the stage and got my diploma. I did it. As I got back to my seat, it hit me. I was done. I would never see the majority of these people after this day. Wow, just like that, the first real milestone of my 18 years was complete.
As we processed out of the arena, I found my friend Tova (we are the only ones of our friends with last names late in the alphabet) as all of the teachers made a tunnel on either side. I hugged those that had truly made an impact on me. As Tova started to cry, the tears rose up in me, something I truly never expected. I guess I really did love Herndon.