Whenever I feel forgotten, I remember that Amelia Earhart had a co-pilot. But of course, no one cares about him. Fred Nunan’s story will forever just be a footnote to someone else’s story.

In a way, that’s a pretty good description of high school. Anyone that doesn’t achieve something better than average is forgotten.

So standing at my high school graduation, as a nobody and nothing, I ask myself this question: What happens to the average people that are just a measurement for other’s success?

As I sit I see a girl. Just a girl now that she’s not in high school. I don’t see her as anyone popular, or nerdy, or athletic, or artsy, or anything in between. She’s no longer extraordinary. And I think she knows it.

Because amidst the roaring applause, and the flying caps, a silent tear fell, reflecting the untold story she could never tell.