Peanut Butter and Jelly

Graduation day dawned bright, beautiful and the cool.  I didn’t even hit the snooze button when my alarm began blaring at 7am.  I jetted out of bed, threw on my previously planned graduation dress, grabbed my cap and gown and was out of the door in 10 minutes. I headed over to an apartment where a group of my friends had conglomerated to enjoy morning mimosas. We took pictures, raised our glasses to passerby’s from the second story of the apartment complex and blasted cliche graduation tunes like “Here’s to the Night,” by Eve 6.   After a conclusive game of “remember whens,” we all headed to the auditorium for graduation and came back “adults.”  Which is comical due the the fact that everyone wound up going to a 7 kegger party and acting silly until the break of dawn.

The day after graduation was filled with tearful goodbyes of friends and joyous farewells to the books.  I prepared for my Tour de California…