She moved
into the hall behind her line of classmates to the sound of families, friends
and teachers cheering and clapping. They took their seats at the front of the
hall and she sat at the end of the row. She waited and watched until every
class had filled the empty seats and then the school captains made their way to
the podiums, up on either side of the stage. Everyone wore a blue sash and a
proud smile. Everyone, but her.
She watched
and listened as the captains made their opening address. She watched and
listened as representatives from each junior campus made their school life
reflections. She watched and listened as a representative from VCE and VCAL
reflected on life at the senior campus. Each spoke with confidence, relief and a sense that
all the hard work had been done. All wore a blue sash and carried the knowledge
that they were finished. All, but her.
She watched
and listened as the year 12 coordinators made their farewell speeches and then
the college principle. She watched and listened as each homeroom teacher made
their own speech before the final roll call was made. She watched as every
student made their way up to the stage to collect their certificate. Each of
them wore a blue sash, and held their graduation certificate excitedly. Each of
them, but her.
Before the
night had even begun, she had told herself to be proud of her own achievements.
She had told herself to be happy for everyone else, especially her own friends.
And yet as she watched everything unfold, she found herself fighting back tears
and the vile feeling of jealousy. She had been there just as long, worked just
as hard (she believed even harder) all through difficult circumstances that no
one on that stage would ever encounter. And still she felt she had barely
anything to show for it. All that struggle to be given yet another year cooped
up this place. Another year, this time, she would be on her own. No sash, no
certificate, no knowledge that it was over. Nobody, but her.
No one
would know why she didn’t graduate that night. People may as well have looked
down from the stage confused as to why she wasn’t up there with them. No one
would know but her closest friends, family and teachers. So, what was the point? What was the point of
everything she went through? She sat and wondered as she wiped the tears from
her eyes. She continued to wonder as she descended the hall. No sash, no
certificate, no knowledge that it was over. Nobody, but her.
Out in the
foyer of the hall, she watched as crowds of happy students and their proud
families made their way out of the hall. She stood with her dad, sister and
brother quietly searching for her friends among the crowd. Her dad finally
spotted the mum of one of her best friends. She happily greeted them and then
her son appeared with a happy smile. He wore a blue sash, and held his
graduation certificate. He congratulated her, pointing at her academic
achievement certificate. She shrugged meekly. It meant nothing to her next to
all the graduates that surrounded. She still had no sash, no graduation certificate,
no knowledge that it was over. Nobody, but her.
Her best
friend smiled and pulled her into a big hug. The first hug she’d gotten from
him in a very long time and suddenly happiness began to dawn on her. Her dad
and his mum told them to pose for pictures. She teased her dad for not knowing
how to reverse the selfie mode on his camera, (what is it with parents and
technology?) and soon her other best friend appeared in the picture behind
them. All three of them laughing and smiling at the small insignificant joke of
her friend photobombing. That was the moment that things started to make sense.
It wasn’t
that she hadn’t been told the same things for weeks and even months before
hand. But it is true what they say; actions speak louder than words. She would
not get her blue sash or her graduation certificate. And though she felt like
she’d been through a hell of a lot more than what had been acknowledged on that
night, perhaps her prize wasn’t a piece of paper, or a ribbon around her neck.
Perhaps it was something less tangible but more sacred.
Perhaps it
was the memories she made throughout the years and the friends she gained and
the simple knowledge she carried that even if nobody else knew it, she had
moved mountains far greater than anyone else. She knew that next year would
also be difficult but if she did it once, she could do it again. She knew that
the two friends standing beside her in this moment, with their arms around her,
they’d still be around. She knew that because the people who loved her the
most, would be in her life for a very long time. This was why it was all worth
it. This is what she had to show for it. Now she just had to be patient.
Life was
going to do this to her. It would throw obstacles at her relentlessly and knock
her down. It would take people away and then introduce new ones. But she knew
she could handle it. She was stronger than anything she would ever encounter
even if sometimes she’d have to do it on her own or perhaps start all over
again. So yes, everyone wore a blue sash, and held a graduation certificate.
Everyone, but her. And that was okay, her time would come. For now, she was
happy for her friends.
When everyone
was gone, she stood with her family under the shelter of the hall rooftop, waiting
for a taxi to pick them up. As she stared out into the night at the light
reflecting off the pouring rain, she whispered quietly to herself; One more year and I’ve got this. Nobody, but me.
Have a lovely day! xx
sorry its been a while; been super busy with exam preparations I must say,
I was very pleased with the number of views I got on the last blog. Up to 370
which is the most I’ve ever gotten on any blog. A big THANK YOU to everyone who
read and shared my blog. Please keep it up! it’s much appreciated.
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