Exactly one week ago, I saw one of my friends graduate from university.
Dressed in a gorgeous red number with classic black heels, she strutted down the stage and collected her diploma as her family and friends (including me) cheered from the audience. The day was absolutely gorgeous and the campus was alive with the sounds of laughter and excitement of all the other graduates and their family members.
She is the first one of us to graduate and needless to say, we were incredibly proud of her being an official grown-up now.
Dressed in a gorgeous red number with classic black heels, she strutted down the stage and collected her diploma as her family and friends (including me) cheered from the audience. The day was absolutely gorgeous and the campus was alive with the sounds of laughter and excitement of all the other graduates and their family members.
She is the first one of us to graduate and needless to say, we were incredibly proud of her being an official grown-up now.
After the happy grad finished taking all the traditional pictures, her parents left and we moved to more suitable locations.
We then moved to one of her classrooms and took a bunch of pictures there, mostly in an attempt to find a good Facebook cover photo.
With all the pictures and adventures we had in that short amount of time, the new grad was left content with just a twinge of sadness as she walked out the classroom doors for the last time.
YOU DID IT!
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