I thought the doctor was pretty cool. I think that anyone who can step into a messy situation and make it workable is pretty cool.

Clouds sat low, the Potomac moved with the wind, and surprisingly, I was having a great time.

My name was called. I walked, I graduated. Someone clapped. Someone else probably took a picture.

My feet are still sore from being mashed on by the heels of girls I can’t even name, and it’s honestly a miracle I made it home this morning.

Prom 2k22, thank you.