It’s two in the morning and Adele is my company.
The end of high school doesn't feel as eventful as movies
would have you assume, and even there it isn't that glamorous. The music and
end scene—the lessons learned and the friends made—is almost never impacted by
the graduation. Even the speeches made and applauses echoing and the hats
thrown don’t fill the void of the “what now?” question, and it isn't possible for me to answer it now.
