Narrative Essay On Pomp And Circumstance
Pomp & Circumstance As I Looked at the pointless glass tower and the red and white tile for the last time I felt very uneasy. My high school years were coming to an end and they were some of the best years of my life. Homecoming Powder Puff Football, getting dressed in ridiculous pink outfits, having earth-shattering school spirit and reminiscing about the fun times I can never go back to. Dressed in my white cap and gown, I observed the faces of my best friends and people I could count the times I’d seen in the last four years, and it struck me. This is the last time I’d see most of these people, unexpectedly tears started pouring down my face. One of my good friends then walked up and said, “Stop crying, you’re messing up your makeup!” I
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pulled myself together but only to predict it was to get worse. As 381 graduates stood in two single file lines throughout the first floor of my high school, it was a waiting game that seemed to take forever.
Soon we’d be able to walk through the fully decorated gym where the ceremony would take place. At this point I was filled with total excitement, I was ready to hear “Pomp and Circumstance March Number 1” and walk to my seat. As I walked in, I looked up and saw my mom standing there in the midst of parents with tears in her eyes waving her hand fifty miles an hour and taking pictures; I started crying again, whenever she cries, I cry. While I stood by my seat waiting for the rest of the graduates to come in, I wiped my face and took a moment to think, I had been anticipating this day since freshman year and I questioned if I was ready. As my row got the queue to stand up we all rose in unison, perfectly as if we had mastered it in practice. My legs were shaking like Jell-O, I was jumpy and my palms were sweaty. As I waited for our class president to call my name I stood at the edge of the stage; finally he said, “Kiara La’Shray Saucer”. Focusing on was not falling I shook the principles hand and smiled for the camera, I was in a
daze. My graduation party was a family affair; it was astonishing, I couldn’t have asked for a better party. There was so much love, support, glee, and pride in the air; it was the ideal atmosphere for this occasion. My dad put together a slideshow of my life and the song that played was my mother’s graduation song, “Tomorrow” by Tevin Campbell. The first picture was me as a baby and my mom holding me, I looked at her and as the first slide left tears started falling from her eyes. I then rose and walked over to her and we stood there, together, crying watching my life flash before our eyes. I had grown up, I wasn’t “Little Binky Winky” anymore; I was on my way to women hood. Since the beginning it’s always been my mom and I. She was a single parent and did the absolute best she could and I couldn’t have asked for a better childhood, or even a better life and I'm so grateful for that. Leaving the comfort of
knowing the person who makes everything possible for you won’t be with you everyday is still hard to this day. Subsequent to the slideshow everyone was in tears, and then it came time for toasts. Just about everyone came up to say something, but the most meaningful speeches came from my grandmother and mom. My grandmother is the sweetest woman in the world; she is a petite lady with a huge heart and I love her so much. She explained to me in the voice of wisdom that I needed to keep God first and to go to him at any time of day, she articulated that I had the materials needed to go on and handle my business as a student and woman; who could hold her head up high and be proud, and not have to settle for anything. My mother’s speech was something different she started talking to my grandma about becoming a young mother and how she was grateful her mother was there to help, and thanked her for molding her into the woman she is today. My mom began to tell me how hard it was being a single parent, working two jobs to pay for private school while still managing to expose me to new things and take me new places. She had done her job of molding me into the well rounded, smart young woman I am today and said to take everything I have learned with me and channel it into something positive. My family has high hopes for me, I am not going to let them down and I refuse to. After I graduate from SBCC I will transfer to a four year college where I will graduate and be the first person in my family to graduate from a four year institution.
pulled myself together but only to predict it was to get worse. As 381 graduates stood in two single file lines throughout the first floor of my high school, it was a waiting game that seemed to take forever.
Soon we’d be able to walk through the fully decorated gym where the ceremony would take place. At this point I was filled with total excitement, I was ready to hear “Pomp and Circumstance March Number 1” and walk to my seat. As I walked in, I looked up and saw my mom standing there in the midst of parents with tears in her eyes waving her hand fifty miles an hour and taking pictures; I started crying again, whenever she cries, I cry. While I stood by my seat waiting for the rest of the graduates to come in, I wiped my face and took a moment to think, I had been anticipating this day since freshman year and I questioned if I was ready. As my row got the queue to stand up we all rose in unison, perfectly as if we had mastered it in practice. My legs were shaking like Jell-O, I was jumpy and my palms were sweaty. As I waited for our class president to call my name I stood at the edge of the stage; finally he said, “Kiara La’Shray Saucer”. Focusing on was not falling I shook the principles hand and smiled for the camera, I was in a
daze. My graduation party was a family affair; it was astonishing, I couldn’t have asked for a better party. There was so much love, support, glee, and pride in the air; it was the ideal atmosphere for this occasion. My dad put together a slideshow of my life and the song that played was my mother’s graduation song, “Tomorrow” by Tevin Campbell. The first picture was me as a baby and my mom holding me, I looked at her and as the first slide left tears started falling from her eyes. I then rose and walked over to her and we stood there, together, crying watching my life flash before our eyes. I had grown up, I wasn’t “Little Binky Winky” anymore; I was on my way to women hood. Since the beginning it’s always been my mom and I. She was a single parent and did the absolute best she could and I couldn’t have asked for a better childhood, or even a better life and I'm so grateful for that. Leaving the comfort of
knowing the person who makes everything possible for you won’t be with you everyday is still hard to this day. Subsequent to the slideshow everyone was in tears, and then it came time for toasts. Just about everyone came up to say something, but the most meaningful speeches came from my grandmother and mom. My grandmother is the sweetest woman in the world; she is a petite lady with a huge heart and I love her so much. She explained to me in the voice of wisdom that I needed to keep God first and to go to him at any time of day, she articulated that I had the materials needed to go on and handle my business as a student and woman; who could hold her head up high and be proud, and not have to settle for anything. My mother’s speech was something different she started talking to my grandma about becoming a young mother and how she was grateful her mother was there to help, and thanked her for molding her into the woman she is today. My mom began to tell me how hard it was being a single parent, working two jobs to pay for private school while still managing to expose me to new things and take me new places. She had done her job of molding me into the well rounded, smart young woman I am today and said to take everything I have learned with me and channel it into something positive. My family has high hopes for me, I am not going to let them down and I refuse to. After I graduate from SBCC I will transfer to a four year college where I will graduate and be the first person in my family to graduate from a four year institution.