I remember thinking about this day when I stood next to my small elementary cubbies and watched as people with red robes towered over me and walked down the hall. Some were crying and some were laughing the entire time. Today I looked at myself through the camera of my phone, trying to decide whether I would be the one crying or the one laughing. The graduation cap started sliding down my head so I quickly readjusted it. It was my turn. I was about to leave the past 8 years of my childhood behind and start the next chapter of my story, and I was ready.