It has finally come and pass. I’ve officially joined the ranks of college graduates. Graduation day has been on my mind for the past 6 years, and didn’t seem like it would ever get here. And what a day it was!
My family came to visit Vermont and watch me graduate, so we all got to hang out for the weekend. I surprised them by graduating cum laude and did a sweet jump-kick-heel-tap-ninja-pirate move at the end of the aisle. They were very proud, and I was glad they came all the way across the country to show their support.
A long time ago, I asked my dad if he would go skydiving with me when I graduated college. He said yes, but I don’t think he ever really thought it through, or assumed I would forget by the time I graduated. Well, I didn’t. He was jumping with me, whether he wanted to or not. This was both of our first jumps, and we were both very excited. (Okay, so Dad was mostly nervous.)
After skydiving and dinner, my friends threw me a “graduation / going-away” party. It was a blast; I got to bid farewell to the best friends I could ever ask for, and was finally able to rewind and relax after a long day. My friends were sad to see me go, but they understand that it’s time for me to move on to a city. Besides, the mountains are higher in Colorado, which means better snowboarding, mountain biking, longboarding, and all the other mountain sports I’ve come to love so dearly.
