February 22, 2018
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One o’clock in the afternoon
A crowd begins to form.
Mothers, Fathers, Brothers, Sisters,
Sobbing, Cheering, Anxiously waiting…

The ceremony begins,
The microphone speaking the Principal's thoughts.

It has been 18 years coming;
The time has finally arrived,
That anticipation like waiting for the music to begin at recital is over.
I will now learn the choreography of life.

Congratulations class of 2018,
The next chapter begins now!

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