i didn't walk down the isle, but it was good to be there. i wasn't aware that it would have been a good thing for me to do, until i was sitting there, waiting for my classmates to come out. i had sudden urges to tell the people sitting next to me "see there - that's my name in the program. i'm graduating too." "why am i not in a gown? why didn't i walk?"...'oh i don't know...i didn't think i was done. i didn't want to wear blue again. i didn't want to bother my family with another event. because the portfolio show was graduation enough.' yet somehow it wasn't enough, but being there was...almost overwhelmingly so. accomplishment. finishing something. moving forward. acceptance.
it felt scary. but it was good to have friends nearby to share it with.