Muzy
So this is it, the one day probably everybody in my family is dreading. Except for my sister. Today is the day she graduates from high school. Twelve years of school is finally coming to a close. I still remember her going to preschool, carrying around her Pikachu backpack everywhere she went. The little blondie peepsquek walking around on her tippy toes like she owned the place. At the end of every year, we would always wonder if teachers she’d get because something about us sharing the same teacher was so neat. Weird, but neat. My sister ended up having three teachers I had when I was in Elementary school. When she started middle school, for the first two years, she was on the other side. There were two sides in each grade in middle school. I think we only shared one teacher and it was when she was in seventh grade. Her last year, she had almost every teacher I had. She took harder classes than I did.
When I became a senior, I wasn’t necessary excited about being in my last year of high school. I was excited to share my last high school experience with my sister. She was the freshman and for her first semester I had to see her before she left for third period and we actually had the same lunch. I would chat and check on how her day was. Since she’s always had to check on me growing up, it was interesting to become that big sister I really wanted to be. Even though I am older than her, she’s had to grow up a lot faster than she probably should have. When second semester started I hardly ever saw her after campus. Classes switched around and I had B lunch instead of A. I do remember hating that big change. Anyways, if I ever saw her it was on accident or she was cheering with the cheerleaders for the pep rallies. My mom had double duty, she had a senior and a freshman in high school. Two different grades, while I had graduation stuff I had to do, my sister had cheerleading stuff to do. I’m pretty sure my parents heads were spinning by the time I graduated. After that, they got somewhat of a break.
My sister didn’t want to take Driver’s Ed, but my mom and dad were kind of fed up with taking her everywhere and hearing her beg about hanging out with her friends. When my mom started giving her lessons, they would drive around the old Elementary school parking lot. One of the funniest memories of my sister’s mind while driving. She had to learn how to drive a stick, and my mom had asked her what does the letters mean, and when my mom asked “what was R?” Emily gave her probably the craziest answer ever. She said, “rotate.” That was the BIG joke in the family before she got her license. Even after that, certain family members would get her back for it. It was priceless! When she passed her driving test, everything my parents hated for driving her back and forth, they certainly wanted that back. As much as she drove them nuts, dad especially wanted tiny little Emily back. I’ve ridden in her car about twice and the first time I was a little nervous because she had to get me in and out of the car twice. Everytime she picked me up, I held my breath. Now I only hold my breath when we pull up to my nana’s house. She can lift me, but it’s a kind of difficult since she’s hardly done it.
Now everything is getting slower. Graduation day is one of the longest days ever! If you think getting through senior year is a long wait, that actual day is a bitch to get through. Because you’re so happy for it to happen, but once you put the cap and gown on, you immediately want to go back. Both grandparents are supposed to come, my mom and dad, and myself are all going. I’m not sitting with anybody. I like my seat on the edge of the bleachers. This is my eighth graduation I’ve been to so far. My last graduation will be next year because after next year I won’t know anybody graduating from high school. I’ve only caught myself crying twice earlier in the week. I haven’t done it since. I’m really hoping my dad gets so good gum before we leave for it. I need something to distract me from possibly making a fool out of me. It’s scary to think it’s been three years since I was in my sister’s place. Getting to the school and looking at everybody in their cap and gowns, it makes you sad. Once as graduation started though, it felt like it was never going to end. If you sit on the sides, it goes a little bit faster, but when you’re sitting in the actual ceremony, it takes FOREVER! When it’s at the end, everybody stands and everybody starts shaking their silly string cans to get them ready for the final fun they get to have together. After that, it turns into a magical moment. It’s the week after that makes you realize you graduated.
