WHAT TO EXPECT: The Feels

2 Weeks Post Graduation.

Two weeks ago I totally graduated college. My black gown billowed Severus Snape style as I marched across the stage, shook some hands, and snatched my degree. Supposedly, when I walked across the stage and descended stage left, that was me saying goodbye.

That was the last hurrah.

Even more than the tassle turn and the obligatory hat throw...walking down those stairs represented me moving onto something else.

Like my time at school, my time on the stage was too brief and left me with all sorts of questions and end emotions as I sat in the audience watching my friends share the same moment.

Should I have walked slower?
Were my professors smiling at me?
Oh My God, should I have made eye contact with them?
Ohh, her shoes look nice...how did mine look from the side? I hope they didn't look like that girl's shoes...jeez.

Naturally when I descended the stairs degree in hand I began to cry hysterically. Real crocodile tears y'all. My throat was desperate to sob and my lachrymal glands had tears they'd been saving for weeks. Sitting down watching my friends graduate...I was a wreck.

College represents a great deal more than education for me and, who am I kidding, countless others. In dedicating four full years to education and critical thinking I became better. Every single woman in my graduating class and every single professor that I came into contact with made  that betterment possible. So yeah....I cried. In fact, everyone should be proud that I actually walked out of the auditorium instead of asking to be chained to the organ.

As I'd never graduated college before so I didn't know what to expect from graduation....but I certainly didn't expect that.