My Name Was Called

(This isn't me in the picture)

Some thoughts on Graduation

I didn't know what would be done with me.

When my name called.

All I could think of was how grateful for the English gentleman who actually read my name right.

Did I smile? All I could think of shake the mans hand and smile.

Did I smile?

The only words that could out of my mouth were "Thank You"

Walking down the ramp.

Sitting down.

Four years for two minutes.

Do I feel educated?

Am I done learning?

Feeling awkward.

Smelling the wet cardboard.

Rain.

Rebirth.

Commencement.