The day I graduated, I was surrounded by an eclectic group of people who showed a wide range of emotions. Joy washed among many faces at the satisfaction of finishing year 12 and establishing many relationships. Then I looked at the class of 2012 and I could see the sadness in their eyes. Which then brought me to thinking back to all the previous years before my graduation and the commonalities amongst every year you find people crying and laughing. Since the day I stepped foot in high school, it was the same shit at the end of the year.
I was apathetic; I left year 12 with no tears, I just left year 12.
