Journey to RecoverED

Graduation.

So…I finished high school today you guys!! :) It was such a beautiful day…I went to my student assist in the morning then our last final we did at Panera with everyone in our program. We got food and signed yearbooks and then we went outside and sat on the grass in a big circle and talked about who we felt contributed most to our growth throughout the years and who we were most proud of for their growth. And we all cried and hugged and took pictures and it was just…very much needed closure. The thirty of us, though we are in a big school, have grown so close since we’re in the same program…I’ve seen most of them seven hours a day every day for the last four years. I have honestly never felt more accepted, loved, and cared about in my life and the support those amazing people give me…well, I would never change it for the world. They are my second family.

Graduation is on Saturday…It’s so hard moving on, but…family is ALWAYS family…and I’m ready for the next chapter of my life, thanks to those amazing people.

Graduation.

So…let me tell you guys a so try. Or more like rant my heart out because I’m so upset.

So I worked so hard to get my graduation announcements done in time to mail them out this week (I graduate Saturday). They cost me hundreds of dollars and I spent all weekend finishing different details on them to make them perfect. They messed up my order, so I could only finish two thirds of them over the weekend then went to get the rest of the parts I needed yesterday. Since I have some out of town family, I wanted to send as many off as soon as I could, so I decided to take some to the post office yesterday and the rest today. So I mailEd 18 yesterday. Had the clerk weigh them and test them to make sure I paid the right postage. Thought all was well, right? NOT.

So I got the the post office this morning after the most hectic morning (lost my keys, was running late, was almost late to class which I’ve never been, today is my last day of half of my classes so I’m sad, etc.) and just emotions were running high. So I go in and tell the person that I sent mine off yesterday and she put a certain stamp on it and these cards were identical, but that I could be happy to have her check them again if needed. Turns out that since they are bendable but not perfectly so, that they could have easily gotten completely bent, torn up, or ruined in the machines because of the postage I put on it. The postage that they TOLD me to put on it. She described the process and I agree that they probably couldn’t withstand it. I just started bawling. They all mean so much to me and all I can do is worry and hope with all my heart that they are alright. They mean so much to me…:(

I just don’t know what to do…so, so, so sad. I know it seems silly, but I’ve dreamed of these and put so very much work into them and it’d be so hard for it to not work out.