| | It all begins with a processional. I run out and hunt for Charlie. | |
| | | | The line is endless, still no Charlie. Have I missed him? | |
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| | I keep snapping hoping that he's in there somewhere. | |
| | | Oh, those were the underclassmen leading the way. | |
| | | Here's the beginning of the graduating class. | |
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| | Charlie peels off early and watches the parade. I watch him. | |
| | | This is as close as I'll get to Charlie. I take advantage of it. | |
| | | See, his expression changed. | |
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| | Back to the first expression. I wonder if he's seen me yet... | |
| | | Here goes the seniors' procession, led by fifes and drums | |
| | | Charlie later told me that these are the important people at Deerfield | |
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| | The goings on at center stage are displayed on mulitple screens. | |
| | | All 186 students are called to the podium. | |
| | | I wait in the wings for Charlie. | |
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| | | A man on my right wiggles in to capture his daughter on camera | |
| | | I shove him out of the way as Charlie approaches the podium. | |
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| | There he is, receiving his diploma from Mr. Louis | |
| | | There is someone else, receiving their diploma. | |
| | | The backs of four familiar heads. | |
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| | Random student shot. Charlie says these are juniors. | |
| | | | Squint and you can make out the faces. Mary is looking good, as usual. | |
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| | Charlie says these are dorms. I don't believe him. | |
| | | It was all held under this tent. | |
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| | This is Albany Road, which goes half a mile in the direction of Albany | |
| | | The recessional begins. More fifes and drums. | |
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| | | I managed to take a picture of Charlie's roommate. | |
| | | Charlie's friend Marty is sad to see everyone graduate | |
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