Essay by Peter CruzolfskiCollege, UndergraduateA, March 1997

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I can still remember it like yesterday. It was June 6, 1994, the day of my high

school graduation. This day is the single most important day of my life. This day was so

important to me because it was the first thing I had to work really hard on to accomplish.

For the first time in my life I felt as if I really could succeed in something. It helped to

change my life.

It started out like just another day but things would quickly change. I woke up at

7:00 a.m., which is extremely early by my standards, with anticipation of the day I had

been waiting for. After sitting around for 3 hours I made my way over to Ludlow High

School. The graduating class was to be there for 10:00 a.m. to pick up our cap and gown.

The principal, Mr. James Cavallo, called out everyone's name and proceeded to hand them

their cap and gown.

When he finally handed me my gown I quickly took it and sat to me

admire it. Its funny how the simplest things can symbolize a whole new beginning. I sat

and looked at this ugly maroon gown with this weird looking square hat.

The ceremonies were to be held at the Mullins Center on the campus of the

University of Massachusetts in Amherst. The ceremonies were to begin at 7:00p.m., yet I

had to be there at 6:00p.m.. When everyone arrived we rehearsed on how we were to

walk in and where we were going to sit. You could the excitement in everyone's eyes.

No one could wait for the moment in which our diplomas would be handed to us. They

lined us up by height with the boys to one side and the girls to the other.