“Emotions run high when you’re attending the only graduation some of those kids will ever attain.”
You’re right. But don’t forget that magic and memorable day when you graduate from being arraigned in juvenile court to making your first “not guilty” plea as an “adult”.
Even better, the first day yo’ “make yo’ bones,” just like St. Trayvon of the Skittles. Oops, a little thing ‘bout dat . . .