I was struggling with a bit of writers block this morning, therefore I decided to write about my high school memory of preparing to graduate from High School. High School was a trivial time in life for me. It was the teenage years of my life that my mother was not able to be a part of being that she passed away when I was 13. So my father took on the responsibility of raising me to be the best woman I could be. My father remarried a few years before I started High School, and being that we were a military family I would be enduring my teenage years of High School overseas in Germany. I was not at all excited about being overseas let alone being is High School overseas.
The life in Germany was virtually normal to that in the states on the base. I met new friends from various walks of life whom were also military families. All of our teachers spoke English and were American so I was a bit in awe. (I had never been to Germany let alone a military school, so I had not idea what to expect). Some things changed like having to actually take a foreign language in HS. I was like what the hell? I can laugh about it now. I decided to study French since all of the German classes were full. Shocker right, here I am in a foreign country and I can’t study the native language. That’s some bullshit. I took it with a grain of salt and made the best of it. Much to my surprise my French class came in handy when I went on a trip to France with classmates. Viola, here I am in France using my studies to see what I have learned. One thing I did notice is even in France if the spoke English they were still going to test you ability to speak French or as it should be written Est-ce que tu parles francais?
The trip to France was awesome until our passports were stolen and we spent the day sitting at the embassy trying to get new ones to get home. Wow what a trip lol. Other than that it was amazing. Staying on topic because I do not want this to be long. I remember it was a few days before graduation and we were packing to move back to the States, that my father said “Are you ready for the real world”? I was like you mean college? LOL…… My father was serious he stood his ground and stated you are grown now and you will not need this anymore as he proceeded to break my dinner plate. At that moment I realized that I would only be able to come home to visit, never to live again lol. I was about to venture out into something I was not so sure about…how would I do, would I grow into a fine adult, would I struggle along the way? All those thoughts passed through my mind. The day came of graduation and I was nervous of what the future held but all those thoughts took a pause for a moment as I watched my father cry as I walked across that stage to get my diploma. His tears were not of sadness but of joy that he had seen me through this far, never breaking his promise to my mother that he would take care of me. Once the ceremony was over and we all took pictures with my friends, just to hear my father say he was proud of me made all the difference in the world.
We never know what the future holds after graduation in our young adult years and yes, you struggle in life, get things wrong, make mistakes and fall on your face. Yet, its all okay because that’s life and it’s not always about how you fall, but all in how you get back up!!!