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The ceremony was in full thrall. The largest auditorium on campus was packed full of expectant students, and an air of electric excitement zapped through the air. Students whispered amongst each other, gossiping and sharing stories and memories about the school year that they, at this very moment, had just completed.
Despite being filled with children, from two-year-olds to lanky teens, the auditorium still had a stately air. It was furnished in a dark oak wood, extending towards a ceiling made out of crisp sandstone. Three chandeliers pointed down from the ceiling and illuminated everyone in a cheery, yellow glow. The students sat (some squirmed) in high-backed, cherry seats upholstered with deep red velvet.
The teachers sat, cordoned off to their own section, and chatted amicably. As was customary every year, the Headmistress declared a day free of classes and the majority of the day, students and teachers were left to their own devices.
Today was a special day at Starson Academy for Gifted Students. Today was Traveling Day.
To the front of the auditorium, nearest to the stage sat the Seniors. They had a different aura than the rest of the students; it was more solemn, quieter. There was no squirming, only a tense and nervous energy that seemed to surround them. Everything had culminated into this moment, this day.
After this, they would be graduates.
From the sides of the stage, a tall, dark-haired woman emerged and faced the audience of students and teachers. It was Headmistress Petrova. She was dressed in simple clothes, a black pencil skirt, and a starch-white dress shirt. On her nose perched a pair of wire-rimmed glasses. Not a single hair in her tight bun was out of place and she looked out to the whispering crowd of students. With a single glare, she silenced them. For a moment, the entire auditorium was still.
“Welcome, everyone.” Her lips stretched into a thin smile. “I am proud to commence this year’s Traveling Ceremony.”
The auditorium erupted into applause. Some of the underclassmen stood and whooped but were quickly silenced by the teachers.
“Excited to rule the school, eh?” Petrova grinned and a few students chuckled in response. “It’s not as glamorous as it seems.” She cleared her throat. “Now, as you may well know, the Travelling Ceremony is one of the cornerstones of our institution. For a hundred years, Starson has sent graduates into the world to face their destinies.
Now, some of you may be wondering what the world outside our campus may look like. I assure you all, it is more beautiful and interesting than what you could ever imagine. Starson students enter this brave new world with wonder and excitement, ready to face whatever challenge that lies in front of them. This unique perspective gives Starson students an advantage and it is the reason why we keep you separate from the outside until this moment. For if we didn’t, your youth and idealism could be corrupted and turned against you.
Starson students face a momentous task; a task, however, that you are all destined to face. You are all the bringers of a new light into this world, carriers of justice and equality. It is your duty to go into the world and make it a better place, a freer place for all those who inhabit it. And you, Starson Seniors, are ready to achieve this goal. But before we send you off to change the world, we need to honor what you have done for Starson.”
She nodded to two teachers who stood patiently off to the side. Each carried a wooden box closed with a golden lock. They stepped forward and presented the boxes to the headmistress. She put one hand on each box and closed her eyes. Suddenly, a warm, yellow light emanated from both her hands and the boxes sprang open as if they had been just unlocked by a key. Rows of gold medals sat in each case, each inscribed with the name and birthdate of each Senior.
“Inside these cases are your Identification Medals, certificates that show you have completed a Starson education, a memento of your successes at this school,” she said and looked up. Her gaze focused on the Seniors who sat before her. “Once you come up and receive your certificate, you will be a Graduate. After that, you will be escorted to the Pavillion to begin your newest journey. From then on, you are tasked with making the world a better place. You, Starson Seniors, are the keys to the future.”
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The ceremony was in full thrall. The largest auditorium on campus was packed full of expectant students, and an air of electric excitement zapped through the air. Students whispered amongst each other, gossiping and sharing stories and memories about the school year that they, at this very moment, had just completed.
Despite being filled with children, from two-year-olds to lanky teens, the auditorium still had a stately air. It was furnished in a dark oak wood, extending towards a ceiling made out of crisp sandstone. Three chandeliers pointed down from the ceiling and illuminated everyone in a cheery, yellow glow. The students sat (some squirmed) in high-backed, cherry seats upholstered with deep red velvet.
The teachers sat, cordoned off to their own section, and chatted amicably. As was customary every year, the Headmistress declared a day free of classes and the majority of the day, students and teachers were left to their own devices.
Today was a special day at Starson Academy for Gifted Students. Today was Traveling Day.
To the front of the auditorium, nearest to the stage sat the Seniors. They had a different aura than the rest of the students; it was more solemn, quieter. There was no squirming, only a tense and nervous energy that seemed to surround them. Everything had culminated into this moment, this day.
After this, they would be graduates.
From the sides of the stage, a tall, dark-haired woman emerged and faced the audience of students and teachers. It was Headmistress Petrova. She was dressed in simple clothes, a black pencil skirt, and a starch-white dress shirt. On her nose perched a pair of wire-rimmed glasses. Not a single hair in her tight bun was out of place and she looked out to the whispering crowd of students. With a single glare, she silenced them. For a moment, the entire auditorium was still.
“Welcome, everyone.” Her lips stretched into a thin smile. “I am proud to commence this year’s Traveling Ceremony.”
The auditorium erupted into applause. Some of the underclassmen stood and whooped but were quickly silenced by the teachers.
“Excited to rule the school, eh?” Petrova grinned and a few students chuckled in response. “It’s not as glamorous as it seems.” She cleared her throat. “Now, as you may well know, the Travelling Ceremony is one of the cornerstones of our institution. For a hundred years, Starson has sent graduates into the world to face their destinies.
Now, some of you may be wondering what the world outside our campus may look like. I assure you all, it is more beautiful and interesting than what you could ever imagine. Starson students enter this brave new world with wonder and excitement, ready to face whatever challenge that lies in front of them. This unique perspective gives Starson students an advantage and it is the reason why we keep you separate from the outside until this moment. For if we didn’t, your youth and idealism could be corrupted and turned against you.
Starson students face a momentous task; a task, however, that you are all destined to face. You are all the bringers of a new light into this world, carriers of justice and equality. It is your duty to go into the world and make it a better place, a freer place for all those who inhabit it. And you, Starson Seniors, are ready to achieve this goal. But before we send you off to change the world, we need to honor what you have done for Starson.”
She nodded to two teachers who stood patiently off to the side. Each carried a wooden box closed with a golden lock. They stepped forward and presented the boxes to the headmistress. She put one hand on each box and closed her eyes. Suddenly, a warm, yellow light emanated from both her hands and the boxes sprang open as if they had been just unlocked by a key. Rows of gold medals sat in each case, each inscribed with the name and birthdate of each Senior.
“Inside these cases are your Identification Medals, certificates that show you have completed a Starson education, a memento of your successes at this school,” she said and looked up. Her gaze focused on the Seniors who sat before her. “Once you come up and receive your certificate, you will be a Graduate. After that, you will be escorted to the Pavillion to begin your newest journey. From then on, you are tasked with making the world a better place. You, Starson Seniors, are the keys to the future.”
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