Graduation.

I've been meaning to write the inevitable end-of-the-year graduation post for a long time, but I kept putting it off. I guess a silly part of me thought that if I never wrote it, we'd never really graduate.

This past Sunday, I attended Maggie, Sherry, and Melissa's senior recital at the Unitarian Society - my old preschool. As I walked up the steps, my mind flashed back to the picture of Tim and me as little kids, holding hands while prancing down these very steps. Staring out at the playground, the vague, blurry scene slowly came into focus as my eyes traced the contours of the wooden play sets, restoring the memories that the past twelve years had pushed to the back of my mind. As I reached the door, I smiled to myself when I remembered how I bawled my eyes out and refused to walk through that same door on my first day of preschool.

Yesterday, I went on an interesting little adventure - after Tamarack with Greg and Victor, lunch at Stewart's, playing ping-pong at a stranger's house, chilling in Amalan's sister's room, and getting water balloon-ed in Jesse's backyard...we somehow ended up having a little picnic (if that's what you call four people eating sushi in a playground) at Lawrence Brook School. The slides which were once blue were now an ugly shade of green, the huge ten-tire swing was no longer in existence, the awesome zip-lines were no where to be seen, the metal poles were replaced by bright red poles, and a stupid tree stood in the place where I used to jump off swings. But the mulch on the ground still smelled the same, the bull dog face was still there, and the kids on the playground were playing tag just as happily as I once did.

Today, I woke up and decided that I was going to be productive. I went to the high school and returned the track uniform that had been sitting in my closet for months and picked up the scholarship that I got at the sports banquet. When I came home, I cleaned my room and registered for the classes I'd be taking next fall. I then wrote a thank you letter to the donor of the scholarship and mailed it off, along with an AP assessment form for Carnegie Mellon. And then I decided that I was finally going to log onto blogspot and write the post I've been meaning to write for so long.

In the last three days, I managed to set foot on my preschool, my elementary school, and my high school. I did a lot in these three days, but they seemed to go by really fast. In the blink of an eye, we'll be getting our diplomas. And just like I once cried because I didn't want to start preschool, I will be crying again on graduation - but this time it'll be happy tears.