Margaret Walks Across the High School Stage on a Warm June Morning
“They are the people who bought girl scout cookies from her on our front porch, the people who wave to us every morning,” I said.
Mrs. Gable glanced at Principal Vance, a quick, almost imperceptible nod passing between them before she even looked at my petition.
I thought she was just looking for his guidance, but their eyes held a quiet understanding that felt settled long before I walked into the room.
Principal Vance turned from the window, his gold pen clipped neatly to his breast pocket.
He took three steps toward the board, his leather shoes silent on the carpet.
“Mrs. Miller, we all share your profound sorrow,” Vance said, his voice smooth and measured as he addressed the board.
“But the administration must adhere to the established protocol for commencement ceremonies,” he said.
“The protocol does not forbid a memorial mention,” I said, turning to face him directly.
“I looked at the guidelines myself, and there is no such rule written in the handbook,” I said.
“The guidelines are designed to maintain the focus on the academic achievements of the graduating class as a whole,” Vance said, turning slightly to face the board members.
