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This is the day that I've been waiting for. The lights are brighter then ever the whole place, is filled up. This is the day, that I've been working hard for. It took 19 years of my life to get to walk,across the stage. With teachers saying my, name.  This is the day, that I've been born to shine. Congratulations to karleah of class of 2007. This is the day right that I'm supposed to be, feeling happy. And pump up. So why in the world am I feeling so, nervous. Anxiety is starting to kick in.  Yet this is the day that I'm, supposed to be hype up. I'm not feeling good I need to hurry and get. This over with see my parents, uncle and his family, my spoiled little sister, are here. I don't understand why, I feel as if my parents and spoiled little.  Sister are taking all my spotlight away from me  onto them.  This is the day  that I'm supposed to be, feeling happy. Yet all of my happiness has changed from that, to anxious.  What am I supposed to be doing after graduation.  What happens next do, I start to apply. To college's  and from there start an exciting, career.  The walls are closing in I try to do breathe, exercise.  And I look at the positive.  Of the fact that I've done this, all by myself.  Yet what hit me the most, was how. I wasn't talk to get, prepare for my life. After high school.  By anyone that I thought should have, prepare me.  For this real world,  not the TV show. My actual life.  In school none of the guidance teachers, or teachers by themselves.  And my parents never had the, thought of prepare me. Through this cruel world of adult lives. But this is the day so congratulations to me, for passing the 12th grade.

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