He took his seat as a round of polite applause filled his ears. “This is your moment, enjoy it,” Professor Raines had said in passing, he decked out in robes too, prepared to speak. James’ eyes caught sight of Sarah standing on the stage, she was holding several sheets of paper and he felt a pang of nervousness run through him, and he wasn’t sure if he was nervous for her or himself. He’d dreamt that he dropped the little scroll that was meant to represent his diploma, and that no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t pick it up and he kicked it by accident trying, and then the wind took hold and he was forced to carry on without it, while everyone else clung tightly to theirs. “Man I can’t believe it’s really over,” he heard someone say. He didn’t even know the voice that said it, and when he turned around to look all the other young men and women in their robes blocked his view but the words echoed in the air, they clung to his mind and he realized that he had been thinking the same thing all morning, all week, even the stress of his last finals he kept thinking is it really over? Is it really coming to an end?