I cling on to my white cap

A large, rotating square where edges overlap

Into four corners near the edges

As if rehearsed; sharp like sturdy hedges

I stand in line; at first facing forward, then facing ideways

Treading quickly; freed into the sun’s yellow glaze

Lights streamed as I walked past applauding staff

My white, heeled sandals shifted like a tilting graph

Feels strange walking in them; despite days of practice

I’m definately not good at this!

I tread until I reach a line of dull-brown folding chairs

All of the students sit; surrounded by the slightly-blowing airs

Announcements sound from the podium; including a choir

My cap continues slipping from my head like a wire

The wind’s blowing at the cap; pushing it farther

Until I caught it; clinging harder

After a long wait, my name is announced

I make my way through the line and walk; my heart bounced

With nervous excitement; mixing

Yet, my eyes remain fixing

On the diploma

My feet ramped down the small steps

Sounding with echoing footfall effects

I stop shortly; smiling

A bluish flash glows; shining

As a rhythmic CLICK! sounds

The camera soon lowers; the brightness shuts down

I hurry back to my seat

Listening to the continuing Z-A name pattern screech

Along the passing time

Finally, it finishes as quick as a chime

My eyes gaze through the crowding parents

I wonder where mine are; admist this quick occurance

Feet shuffling, hands pushing, I look and look

I even call their names silently; every short minute it took

Soon, I find them; my mom, dad, and Nick

Even Danny, also graduating, gone like a thrown stick

All of us celebrate; take pictures

My smile and laughter brightens; going to miss this structure

Of high school; and all the crazy memories in it