It came, and it left.

Graduation. 
You spend your entire life for the moment where you flip your tassel to the other side of your cap. 
Every year you go to school, counting down the years until you get to walk in front of the "AF".
Before you know it, it's your senior year.
And it changed from counting down years, to counting down months.
Then weeks.
Then days.
Soon enough, hours.
Minutes.
And all of a sudden, you are standing behind the Student Body President waiting to walk onto the stage. 
The stage where you will sit and watch each and every member of your class walk across the floor and receive their diploma. 
Then your turn comes.
You stand with the others on the stage, and walk into the tunnel.
Your name is called.
And you shake the principal's hand. 
Then you go back to your seat. 
Everyone stands, and all together, you graduate. 
Then it's over.
And all thirteen years of public education comes to an end. 
Then you realize, all of the stupid things that mattered so much all those years, you can't even remember what they were now. 
You cry only when you see your best friends, and then you turn in your gown. 
And you get really happy when the coolest girl you've ever met hands you a lock of her hair.
A zillion pictures are taken and then you rush home to change for the party.
The all night party at Boondocks.
(Which may I add was possibly the greatest night of my life.)
You get home at 7:00 a.m. and it finally hits you.
High school is over.
And boy, it feels good. 
Then another thought hits you.
Summer.
Life is good.
And then you are out the next night until almost 2 a.m. with your best friend. 
But it's fine. 
Because you are graduated.