It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. At the end of a long day — and longer rehearsal — a cast member brought in a tall stack of Krispy Kreme doughnuts to celebrate her birthday. I scarfed one down as a group of us laughed with joy at how cathartic the warm doughnuts felt melting in our mouths.
I shouted goodbye to my teachers and hurried out with my friends, all of us eager for our long weekend. Whenever I pictured my last moments in high school, I imagined the movie moment of me walking down the halls for the last time, tears streaming down my face. Instead, I just ate a dougnut and rushed out.