Losing Faith, Finding God IV: Completion

I stand in the back of the line, like always. This is graduation day, and as with any other formal event, the organizers have arranged us alphabetically; Zellwegers to the back of the bus, please. We file in to the auditorium/sanctuary of the large church which is letting us use its space for the occasion, I find my seat, and the ceremony begins.

It's been years since I enjoyed any sort of pomp and circumstance- the last time was probably seventh grade, when I first spent hours practicing Pomp...