It was a long journey to get to this point in my life. When I walked up that stage for the first time on Sunday, I was in tears becasue I had no idea, not one clue, what was going on. When President Marx called my name, I heard him but did not believe that he had called the right person. My classmates had to tell me to get up and walk toward the stage. I heard the claps, the calls, the sniffles from some of the people near me. I could not take any more and I began to cry myself. The second time, however, was the moment that brought everything together. Holding my diploma...my diploma.