The hot afternoon sun was out, beaming with pride. I had been waiting for this special day to come for four years. My Family and Friends were there, excited and cheering for me because I had made it. My fellow graduates were standing underneath the heated canopy beside the old abandoned halls getting ready to walk onto the beautiful field. I made sure that my cap and gown were set up nicely. I put a smile on my face to try and force back the tears that started to line up on the edge on my eyelids. The time was near for all the graduates to line up and start heading down to the field to begin the ceremony. The walk to the field seemed to take forever, as if we were all going to a funeral. Every islander graduating was walking to the rhythm of the music while their parents taking pictures of their daughter/son. After everyone had the chance to walk, we seated in our assigned chairs. I could feel all eyes in the crowd on me. Starring at the massive crowd I lost all train of thought, all my senses seemed to disappear. I knew what to do from all the times we practiced this moment, but I could not hear the crowd or the music and all my fears vanished. Our names were being called off one by one and as my classmates and friends made their way