On May 29, 2010, I sat in a dress and heels in my high school gym with a cap on my head and a smile on my face. Today was the day I had been waiting for for a long time now. It was the day I would finally walk up on that stage and be handed my diploma. I sat there excited but also extremely nostalgic for what I would be leaving behind. My high school years were my glory years. I had discovered dance, had a great, loving group of friends, supportive teachers, and was all around living a content life. Sitting there in that hot stuffy gym I pictured where I would be a year from now and if I would be as happy as I was then. I'd be off to college in the next couple of months and had no idea what would be in store for me there. It was scary knowing that I would be leaving this great life I have behind for something I would be facing totally alone with friends and family miles and miles away. As I walked up on that stage, took my diploma into my hands and turned to smile at the crowd I knew that if I had made it this far, I would be just fine for what was to come.
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