Not My Time.

Tomorrow, a few of my closest friends will graduate. Yet, I have nothing profound to say.  Why should I really expect to?  After all, it is not me that is about to start the next chapter in my life, it is them.  They will walk across the stage and receive their diplomas, while I will merely perform my marshall duties and sing the alma mater. I've got one more year here; I've got one more year to make the very most of my high school experience. This is not a time I will get back, but it is also not a time that defines me in any way.  I have not reached my peak, and I know I will continue to grow.  

All that said, it is clear that tomorrow is not about me.  It is about those wonderful friends I have made over the years.  It is crazy to think that the next time I walk down the West Florence Halls, it will be as a senior.  No one on campus will be older than me, and that is a scary thought.  I do not know why it is at this point in our lives we tend to analyze little things like that so much, and I wonder if that will ever change.  Back to the point, there are certain people who are graduating tomorrow whose absence will be more noticeable than others. Some people who just seem to be ever present in my home, my car, my weekend plans, just my life in general no longer will be around to make me laugh or keep me entertained.  They will not be there to meet me at Coldstone, or joke about the goings on in our quite often over-dramatized lives..  I know they are not dying or moving to the end of the earth, but our relationships will certainly change. I offer them my best wishes, and my fondest memories.  I find comfort in the fact that the ones I know I will miss the most, are also the ones whom I am certain to keep in touch with.