I feel like I am just awaiting some huge wave of nostalgia and emotion to overcome me, and its just not happening. The only way I can describe it is... surreal.
This is the moment we've all been waiting for. The Last Shebang. Everything I've done the past 13 years all amounts to the moment that awaits me 18 hours from now. I keep trying to wrap my head around this concept, and its just not working. I feel just as distant and naive as that little 5 year old girl walking into her first day of kindergarten. But in reality, it is now only 18 more hours I have to wait as opposed to 18 years.
What does graduating high school really mean, anyway?
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