Just the other day I walked into high school an awkwardly trembling, anxiously perspiring freshman. But today I curled my hair, sprayed my perfume and put on all the essentials to make me look like a distinguished graduate.

I remember looking back when my sister graduated 6 years ago and thinking, "she is so big and grown, and ready to conquer the world". Standing in a class of four hundred and something students I'm sure I looked just the same as she.

But underneath the gown, stole, chords and cap I am still that shaking newbie who is ready for flight and the first sign of something frightening.

I am terrified of the unknown ahead of me, but like before I think I will stick it out and see where I end up.