Tyler came to Chapel Hill on Friday night after work and we went to Franklin Street to celebrate the end of the year along with the remaining students that stayed in town for graduation. The bars were (not surprisingly) packed. We settled on a few Yuenglings and Long Island Iced Teas at Carolina Coffee Shop for awhile. The next morning I had to help check out straggling residents that hadn't left yet before packing up my own room. Mom and Dad came up and helped load everything in the car and we all got ready for graduation.
Knowing that I still have four more years of pharmacy school before I can actually graduate from school, I saw this graduation ceremony as more of a formality (and a requirement set forth by my Mom) and initially was pretty nonchalant about attending. But, being that it was Mother's Day weekend and I wouldn't be home on Sunday to celebrate, I humored her by purchasing the cap and gown and sending in my RSVP card.
I expected a lot of family photos, cliche graduation speeches and the standard graduation music. What I didn't expect, however, was the overwhelming feeling that came along with walking across that stage. Being a W, I was in the very last row of graduates, giving me enough time to stare at the daunting staircase that led to the stage and then back down at my 4-inch heels, praying that I wouldn't be forever leaving my legacy as that girl who tripped at graduation. With every name called, I got more nervous about my hat falling off, my hair looking weird, tripping up the stairs, etc. Finally, it was our turn. When I got up to the steps, I don't remember if they even pronounced my name right. I do remember that I have never felt so happy in my entire life.
Happy summer!
Nicole
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