It's the first thing that catches my eye when I walk into my house.

A white envelope with my name held perfectly in the center,

My fate for the next four years lying inside.

I tear open the fold as if it's Christmas morning.

And as soon as my eyes hit the paper, I’m filled with relief and utter joy.

The sun shines through me for a minute, before it is covered by a cloud of doubt.

Because even though my future has been decided,

I can’t help but wonder if I’m strong enough to succeed.

Tuxedos and dresses synchronized much like movements on the floor,

Hands clasped and unclasped as the tempo changes by the second.

Who knew that such a high school cliche could bring out so much from these kids.

And as I look around at the pretty faces and slicked back hair,

I start to realize why the movies glorify this moment.

Step by step I say goodbye to my high school days,

And as I dance, I try not to think about what’s to come next.

Standing in an ocean of green, I wait patiently as the ceremony begins.

Sweating nervously as I walk by and shake their hands,

I concentrate on trying not to trip, ignoring the screams of family and friends.

And as soon as it had begun, it was over.

I watch as my classmates remove their caps and throw them into the air.

However, I hesitate, realizing that this is the end of my childhood.

But then I grab ahold of my own cap, letting a tear roll down my face,

Because I also understand that this is the start of the rest of my life.

But right now all I can do is rest my head on my desk,

And watch the hands of the clock move second-by-second.

Because as my classmates sit writing their poems for tomorrow,

I’m stuck inside my own head, consumed with thoughts.

Daydreaming about my future.