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I smell the disguisting old man sitting next to me. While I'm sitting here waiting for my sister's name to get called, the stands are killing me. Holding the program, anticipating my sister's name. Finally, I hear her name getting called like a wrestler to a ring. I am tasting nasty chips as I see her walking down to the rest of her future. The time is ticking... Yay!!! Woohoo!!! Thank God she's finished. It is a bittersweet moment seeing her go. Graduating is freedom. By: Kayla W.
My Sister's Graduation!
