Alphabet Project

Parents always look through photo albums and faded yearbook smirks compressed with memories of their High School years and as they flip through the pages they smile and say, "this was the time of my life." It's not like I want to be famous when I walk down those hallowed halls. I just wonder, when I take one final breathe of adolescent air as they call my name and switch the tassel on my graduating cap, will anyone even remember who I am?