Pomp and circumstance

Being the hip and cool person that I am, I have some high schoolers that have actually friended me on Facebook. And the senior contingency in Alabama recently all celebrated graduation.

I've read notes about sadness, tears, excitement, trepidation and a general giddiness at the big what's next question.

It made me think back to my high school graduation. And as I thought, all I can clearly remember is it was hot. Even for a Saturday morning in June it was a scorcher. And I remember my principal acting like he wasn't going to give me my diploma. Hardy har har.

I didn't cry. I didn't feel any sadness. I didn't linger. I didn't take any pictures. I was done.

I was ready to move on to what's next. I knew I was going to Samford and I had no clue what major I was going to choose but I knew it was the right thing to do.

College was a little more bittersweet. There were pictures, no tears and Dad dragging my diploma around and calling it his receipt. At the point I graduated from Samford, I had already been interning at my (still) company for five months.

I was ready for that too.

I do wonder what the next big change for me will be. No more graduations. I decided I was done with school a long time ago. Celebrations? Maybe. I still like to think there's hope for the marriage thing still.

I really hope I never lose my desire for what's next. That's an exciting place to be.