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Carol Perkins: Life is a circle

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By Carol Perkins

High school graduations are now in the past. Unlike last year, the Class of 2021 was able to stand together, throw their caps in the air, and hug fellow classmates.

Many of the connections that students formed over the years will be broken, but they don't know that yet. They promise to keep in touch, but for most, that won't happen except for an occasional spotting in a local store, a phone call now and then, or a reunion, which many won't attend. They will see each other on Facebook and Instagram, but the personal relationship won't be the same. At least, that's the way life usually works.

Graduation ends the routine. The twelve (or thirteen) years of being together, walking the same hallways, being in clubs, hanging out at ball games or local gathering places, and going to class with the same people allowed for close contact and growing bonds. At a small school where most students know each other, graduation can be especially sad. In a graduating class of hundreds, this may not be the case.

I have never doubted how lucky my children were to graduate from a small school.


Not only did they graduate from Metcalfe County High (Carla in 1987 and Jon in 1991), so did Guy and I- the class of 1964. When all forty-nine of us parted, we weren't thinking about when we would see each other again. Guy had enlisted in the Navy and I was preparing to leave for college where I would know only two other people. Summer brought my lifelong friends home and back together.

I heard Guy tell our son Jon, whose oldest graduates this year, that life will forever change once Luke leaves. Home doesn't change but the graduate does. I was not the same person once I had spent a year in college and returned for the summer. Not in age as much as in maturity. I liked dorm life and spending weekends in Lexington with my roommate. Once a person leaves home for school, life isn't the same and it's not supposed to be.

Even though choices are much greater for the Class of 2021, how many of them know what they want to do? Probably no more than those of us in the Class of 1964 knew. Like all those before them, they will figure it out. As for the Class of 1964, the older we get, the more connected we have become. Life is truly a circle.


Carol's most recent book, based on a true story, The Case of the Missing Ring, is available through Amazon, both paperback and ebook. You can contact her at carolperkins06@gmail.com.


This story was posted on 2021-05-28 15:40:49
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