Submitted by spodaisy27 on November 30, 2007
I stood in the dimly lit theater of my high school, listening to the buzzing voices that swarmed around me. I wished that I could join in the festivities but my jaw remained clenched and my knees shook nervously as I waited nearly an hour for my graduation procession to begin. My hands were sweating, dampening the crumpled speech I clutched in my hand, and then I felt myself beginning to get dizzy. I needed air, I needed water.
I bolted towards the large wooden doors and pushed my way through the crowd into the hallway and down the plastic coated steps in to the gymnasium. Blue and yellow banners covered the walls and the room was packed with hundreds of people anxiously awaiting...
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