This week, I will be officially graduating from college. After six long years. I have to keep reminding myself that this is real life.
School has taken me more time to finish than it does most people, partly because I took a break to work at Flour Bakery, and partly because I’m really (really) not perfect. But graduation is finally here, and I am now facing a completely unplanned future; feeling simultaneously terrified and thrilled. Real world, here I come.
But before I can get to my future, I just know I’m going to trip over myself as I cross the stage. For some reason I’ve decided to wear wedge heels, when I could probably count on two hands the number of times I’ve actually worn high heels out and about. Even without heels, my coordination is no better than a donkey walking a tight rope, and it doesn’t help that I’ll have all of Harvard’s eyes on me. I’m glad my parents will be there to photograph the exact moment that I stumble on my gown, so I can share it with all of you and prove to you that I am not exaggerating – I really am that clumsy. Continue reading