The car was stopped due to traffic and congestion just outside campus. We groaned and grumbled about how we had to pick this exact time on this exact day to go run errands in this part of town. People, young and old, were streaming by dressed in their Sunday best. A church function, we wondered?

I hear names being called
I see bittersweet smiles
I smell tears of joy and sorrow
I taste the subtle insecurities of students
I feel the anxiety of parents
I cry for friends who will be lost
I will remember the tests and detentions
I rejoice the grades and scores
I laugh one last time
I sing of moving forward and remembering the past
I will forever live in the hearts of everyone
I am Graduation

(this is a fictional account of an actual experience I had)

So you think being a chauffeur or footman is a boring job? You don’t want to be a servant? Well, let me tell you, while it's not always a piece of cake, being a footman has its perks. Like chocolate, for instance. However, I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me tell you about the night that I was a footman, photographer and assistant chauffeur.