Graduation was last night, well for the seniors anyway. It didn't really hit me that I'm probablly never going to see the majority of these kids ever again. I saw all of my friends walking across the stage and it occurred to me that I will, as well as the rest of my friends, be walking across that stage in less than a year. I am a Senior now. A senior. It just hasn't really sunken it yet.
After the last person spoke, I rushed onto the field to find all of my senior friends before I would lose them to the oblivion. I saw Nick and he was so delighted that he achieved something. It flashed into my head the first time I had ever met him - my first day of school and him saying something mean about my shirt. I saw Stephen, looking as handsome as ever, recooperating from an embarrassing trip walking back to his seat. I saw him in his cap and gown and I realized I wouldn't be seeing him everday in the halls, rummaging through his bag or adjusting the straps to it. When I gave him that hug I felt like I was holding onto him forever. All of the seniors names and faces flooded in my mind and it just hit me. I won't be seeing these people again, they are all going to go on to something(hopefully) bigger, better. I heard someone yelling my name, and I saw it was Hobo. He ran up to me and gave me a hug that lasted for days. He was hysterical, he was so scared he almost didn't get to say goodbye to me. And I told him I wished him the best of luck in Chico. It's amazing how much you miss the class that is right before you. I'm going to miss those seniors so much. From the obnoxious sophmores, to the lazy juniors to the goofy seniors - and I am going to miss them a lot.
