Well, I've graduated. Charmaine Wilde, Esquire. Charmaine Wilde, J.D.
It feel pretty good to have graduated. Here's how it went down:
I'm a W so I was near the end of the graduates. I watched as 64 of my classmates walked zombie-like across the stage (well, the girls in stilettos teetered) and smile the same safe smile. It was boring. And uncomfortable to watch people try not to fall.
As I stood next to be called, I had a rush of emotion: I can't just walk. I am too happy for that.
So I came out cheering with a double fist pump.
I clapped for myself all across the stage. The announcer got my name wrong because I "scared" or "surprised" her as I walked. But I don't care- as long as the certificate says Charmaine Wilde (not Charmaine White).
I hugged the dean, the speaker, and those hooding. I cheese-smiled in every picture.
Because I was happy.
And I don't care who knows it.