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Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Graduating From the Impossible to the Possible


                The house was like a pinball machine, people bouncing back and forth from room to room busily attending to their assigned task.  We were getting dressed and ready for my eighth grade graduation.  Mama and Dominica had just arrived from attending the state track meet, while I relaxed at home.  Actually, relaxed is probably the wrong word to use.  I was extremely nervous and anxious.
                I have never been very good about being the center of attention.  I hate walking into a crowded building, let alone walking up on stage in the middle of that crowded building, but that was what was expected of me.  My mom had discussed with me, and had written on paper what I needed to do from the time I walked in the gym throughout the rest of the evening.  This is the first time my mom had written instructions for me on a piece of paper and this proved to be very helpful.  Throughout the ceremony I visualized that list of instructions and was able to follow them.  I managed to make my body do what I wanted.
                This feat was not taken lightly.  I have a hard time making my body act in a socially acceptable manner most of the time.  I am sure it is because I am nervous and over stimulated, but this lack of control has caused many problems for me in the past.  I know my mom was concerned about me not only not going to the stage to receive my diploma, but running around the gym as well.
                She wasn’t the only one concerned.  I was petrified.  And as I moved around the house getting ready that night, I wanted to just stay home.  I remember thinking how disappointed my parents would be if I didn’t perform well and that kept me going.  I wasn’t made to wear uncomfortable clothing, which helped immensely.  And only the shirt was new and that felt comfortable as well.  So after getting dressed and taking a few pictures we were off.
                My mother got my mp3 player and headphones out and we walked in the gym.  With the headphones on I felt safe and less anxious.  I did not have to take the group picture or even walk in with the class, so I sat and waited for the ceremony to begin.  The song the class entered in with was loud, but a good choice, and I liked it.  The whole class looked poised and mature and I was feeling quite mature myself.
                Things were going nicely, and then my mother got up for her speech.  I know she was concerned about what I would do when she left my side, but I felt fine and relaxed.  This may have been because, Karen Dent, my OT was there also, or I was just so determined to do well for my parents.  So thirty minutes later I had not moved and had enjoyed listening to my mom’s speech.
                Now the big moment arrived and again my mom said that I didn’t have to go up the stairs for my diploma.  However, when Mrs. Murphy said Antonio Edward Adams Prokup, I walked calmly up the stairs, grabbed the diploma and stood for a photograph.  I had done it and I was so proud of myself.  I walked back down and saw the pride in my mom and dad’s eyes.  I knew that all the anxiousness and worry and preparation had paid off.
                This event has stayed with me as one of my greatest triumphs because it was so very hard for me and yet I was able to overcome and succeed.  I remember the wonderful feeling I had inside because for a little while I wasn’t any different than anyone else.  I will always remember how thankful I was to my mom for preparing me, and to Karen for attending and supporting me.  I am a very lucky person indeed.

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