I hope it's not.
Obviously, expectations about graduation day have been soaring through my mind for years now. This day has been built up to be some great symbol of change and denotes moving forward with life. It terrifies me that I don't have a clue what I want to major in.
It's strange to think I've been anticipating this day as long as I can remember . Symbolically, this represents the end of one era and the beginning of another. Realistically, I've been done with high school for a week now; this is just a formality. The sad thing about today is I'm not really excited about it. It seems as though I should be feeling some sort of elevated emotion right now. I'm not. Maybe as I'm marching to the tune of Pomp & Circumstance tears will be streaming down my face -- as previously expected. Maybe my apathy will continue.
The only surreal part of this whole ordeal was condensing four years of my life into a twelve minute slide show. It's just strange that the moments we capture on film (or digitally, rather) can manipulate our memories of high school. 214 pictures can't really do four years justice, but looking at that slide show I thought, "Yeah. That's pretty much it." It's like the moments that didn't get photographed were insignificant, which obviously isn't true. The fourth of July did not evolve my character. Watching 214 frames flash before my eyes and believing that those frames defined my high school career was surreal; graduation is not.
I'm deleting my myspace today, not that i ever used it, as a symbolic gesture.
The truth is that nothing really changes until I move out on August 20.
