I can almost hear it now, The voices of many different middle school kids line up, take a diploma, and sit down in waiting for the final call that they are officially high schoolers. I am thinking of my brother in that time and hour; what would he be like when the time comes? What would I expect to see when he comes up to get his diploma? I don't know, but when I think about his graduation...
I think about mine.
I remember when I was about to be in his place- out of middle school- going on to high school. There was some sort of change that I felt was coming, not because I am not going to see the same people again- but because I am going to