One day before graduation and I was ready. At graduation practice, we did the usual, stand up, and sit down, boring stuff. Afterwards, everyone in the class got together and signed yearbooks and talked about the future. I sat with my friends Ryan and Marcus to eat. We discussed what we were planning to do, knowing little about what the future would hold for us. .
Later that night my friend threw a party. Greeting us with welcome arms, after the welcome he gave me a Red Stripe and showed me to the living room. I sat there having a good time waiting for my friends to show up. Stumbling through the door with his usual good cheer, Ryan said, "The party may now begin." Always the life of the party, he broke in with his usual snapping his fingers and dancing to the background music-of course this was some cheesy top 40 song at the time-that made even the most depressed person smile. After a while, he sat down beside me and asked, "What's that Enrique Iglesias song?" I just laughed and told him that I didn't listen to that stuff. "Okay, man, okay" is all that he would say. Towards the end of the night, when my friend, Matt, was getting ready to take me home, Ryan came up to me and said, "I love you, man." Ryan was always like that, expressing his emotions like it was his job. I just told him, "Sure man." .
Graduation day was hectic. Walking down the aisle, sweat dripping down, all I wanted to do was get out of there. Seeing everybody that last time just bought tears to my eyes. These people had been a large part of my life, and now high school was over, and I probably wouldn"t see many of them again. Looking back over the last years, I thought of the times Ryan and I had playing one-on-one basketball in his driveway, and the days of sleeping through class, people .
getting mad because Ryan and I would still get A's. I remembered sitting in front of the television watching college basketball games together; Ryan loved Carolina basketball.
