Apologies.
Let's not discuss that at this moment, or ever.
Let's move on with it.
I graduate soon.
Soon as in about 22 days and counting.
It was like a lifetime away. I started so long ago, or so it seems.
Days are going by so slow, time is mocking me. Incessantly.
Monday I went to pick up my cap, gown and cord.
A fancy red cord. Oh-la-la. High distinction.
Not that anyone cares, I just wanted to put that out there because I am proud of me. .
I gathered my big girl graduating items and I pictured my walk.
You know "THE WALK".
I might have stood there for numerous minutes smiling into the air on how I will walk onto the stage to
I like to assume that I have a sweet swagger or so I think I do.
Yeah I practiced before. So what.
I want do that walk like John Travolta on Saturday Night Fever. You know the one.
It's only like the most awesomest walk in the world.
Uhhhh, I LOVE that walk. Maybe I love it a bit too much. Who doesn't!!!
It's so seductive and full of fuck yeah's.
I have made up my mind.
That is the walk I will be doing, as the hobos I bribed off the street cheer for me in the bleachers.
"WHOOOOA, GO GIRL!" Beggar Billy McBain will be screaming "YEAH ROX!" while JT picks his meth face yelling "YOU DID IT!" The drunk one will be hollering "I NEED A BEER! WHEN YOU GONNA PAY ME!" I will be called up to the stage doing the leg, hip, sway, bop, leg.
"Staying Alive" will be playing in my head on full blast. I will grab my diploma, shake someones hand, turn smile for the camera and swagger off the stage. BAM done.
It will be remembered. Forever. I will be remembered as that crazy bitch who did some weird walk, or that one chick who almost fell off the stage because she lost her footing.
*Sigh
Maybe I will just walk up there and get my diploma like a normal person.
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