Three years of pain, torture and sheer hard work later, (that I don't think paid off at all) I finally graduated. And even though I was sure that I wasn't going to have a decent time, I did. As soon as I wore the gown I felt proud of my achievement and trust me, I haven't felt any pride yet. I graduated! And it was great. I looked great and even the rain couldn't dampen my or my family's spirit. The fact that I had constant hat problems didn't bother me either.
This is me as I moved the tassle from the left side of my hat to the right side for the first time.
And then I had to throw it in the air.
It didn't even matter that all this happened in the room where all my exmas had taken place in and I was sitting next to a girl who was moody personified. You can just see her in the background.
Live long and Prosper
xoxo