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I look back upon the end of my own high school career, from the college applications, to the mailing of my graduation announcements, to the commencement and party afterwards and remember how the time just flew by.

Graduation Day was punctuated with the commencement ceremony (picture everyone in orange and black caps and gowns and you’ll get the idea we looked like Halloween in May!) and a simple party thrown in my parents’ garage afterwards. Everybody I loved was there – Mom, Dad, my brothers, Grandma & Grandpa, close family friends and other graduating seniors making the rounds from one party to another. It was a blast! My family decorated in the school colors and set up a taco buffet for everyone to dig in. There was even my favorite cake with the raspberry filling. I can still taste it years later...

The summer passed quickly as they so often did. I think I was in a fog of denial about the realities of college and moving away from family, but I’d made my choice and stuck with it. Come August, my mom, grandma, and youngest brother made the five-hour trek with me to campus and helped me move into my dorm, buy a few groceries and anything else that I might need to start the year off right.

After settling in it was time for my family to leave and head back home. I started hugging everyone good-bye and the last one was my little brother with tears in his eyes which, in turn, opened the flood gates for me. I will never forget that and, of course, hold it against him to this day. A flood of emotions hit me at that moment: anxiety, fear, loneliness, excitement and just about anything else you could think of. But somehow I managed to survive.

During that first year I had no choice but to jump in with both feet and really make the most of my college experience. I dug into classes, met as many people as I could (some of whom remain life-long friends to this day), joined recreational sports groups, worked with an awesome academic advisor who really shaped my future and took advantage of a couple of volunteer placements that would look good on my future resumé. By the end of my freshman year, I had really learned a lot about myself.

Spring finals arrived before I knew it and then it was time to go back home. On that last day my mom and brother drove down to help me load things up to drive back home for the summer. As I packed up the last of my items, tears came flooding down my cheeks once again. My mom looked at me and asked “what’s wrong?”. I looked at her and said “I don’t want to go home”.

By Anne
Anne has been with since 2004 and came to us already knowledgeable about social stationery after previous employment with a wholesale printing firm.
Anne is mom to two young children who keep her busy and dreaming of sleep. But she wouldn't have it any other way!


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