What a woman I was already:
See that? Tucking my diploma beneath my chin like an afterthought, tipping my cap to the audience, fearlessly showing off those legs - the very picture of class and courage.
A tender moment:
Me and my dad's mustache.
Finally, an image of bittersweet irony:
I imagine that my inner dialogue went something like this:
"Wheee! I'm free! Unshackled from such mundane tasks as fingerpainting, making sand castles and napping! Here I go - on to bigger and better things!"
Oh, little Lola... if only you knew then what I know now.
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