Graduate Life

by Valeria L.L., 12

September 19, 1891

Dear Diary..

I’ll never be here again, writing time and time about my day in fifth grade. I just graduated, so there’s no point. 

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I’ll never be here to tell you all the things I got in trouble for today, I just graduated middle school, so there’s no point.

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I’ll never tell you about the things that happened at school today with my friends, I just graduated high school. So there’s no point. 

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I’ll never be here to tell you the test results I cried over again, I just somehow graduated from university. So there’s no point. 

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I’ll never be here to tell you what dates I went on. I’m married. So there’s no point.

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I’ll never be here to tell you how proud I am of my kids. They’re adults now, so there’s no point. 

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I’ll never only be called mom, I’m a grandparent too now. So there’s partially no point. 

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I’ll never hear their voice again, only a stone with a carved name now. I’m alone now, I don’t have much time left, so there’s no point. 

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Last written on September 19, 1973 

In remembrance of ~unknown~

Red Bank, New Jersey