It starts in preschool, learning norms, essential information and socializing, then elementary, middle school (sometimes), high school, and college. It's only after these trials that we can call ourselves learned adults. Inexperienced still, but learned. I am not an adult yet, and won't be for another six years, but I'm on the interim of high school and college. In just three months I'll be in the last stage of childhood. 

I have alot of emotions flowing through me right now. Sadness, excitement, fear, pride... but I know this is good. Aside from dying, my greatest fear is being forgotten. Most of the great friends I've made can easily forget me now, no locale to bind us. In two years I'll have moved out of the state and may never see them again. But we may meet again under different circumstances. A groundbreaking discovery pasting someone on headlines, or even a cameo on TV. I'm proud because I know my friends and I are great people bound to do great things, and saddened that I may not be a party to it.

There's really nothing to say about high school graduation other than that. It's visceral for a few moments, but the capacity with which others may celebrate it isn't with me. It's a trade off, not elevation as the name suggests. This part of childhood can be called insecurity.