Graduation Day – Marist High School, June 7, 2025
Today I graduated. Caps, gowns, folding chairs on the football field—check. Speeches about change and bright futures—check. Sun beating down, awkwardly holding my diploma while trying not to overthink how to walk across a stage—check. I thought I’d cry. I didn’t. Not out of cold-heartedness or anything—it just felt like something I’d already processed. Like finishing a long book and quietly closing the cover. Not dramatic. Just… done. Still, it meant something to look up and see everyone there. People who’ve known me in different ways, showing up in theirs. Brielle was glowing. She was so excited to be there, dressed up and cheering like the whole event was for her to celebrate ME—and maybe it kind of was. Grandma Marcia sat calmly, watching everything with her usual composed grace. Brandon was steady and cool as ever, and Dad—he actually said he was proud of me. Out loud. That stuck with me more than I expected. Stephen made his rounds, trying to keep the awkward silences at bay, and...
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