All at once, I find myself standing, looking at the person in front of me as they walk across the stage. One, two, three steps up, I hand my pink notecard to my accounting professor. I hear my name called and, without thinking about it, my legs walk me across the stage towards the president of Gordon College. I look out into the sea of family and friends. I immediately feel so small in this big, big world. My stomach is in knots and I am praying I don’t trip in front of everyone I know and love. Grab diploma with the left, shake with the right, and smile for the camera. Next handshake. One, two, three steps down, then another shake. Smile for Dad's camera. Returning to my seat, my palms are sweaty and my knees are weak. I look down at my diploma and it hits me. That was it. That was what I waited four years for.
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