all of us are giddy , and i 've never felt closer to the st. anne 's girls than that day-all of us sweating under the sun , which beams down on us like an exaggerated smile , fanning ourselves with the commencement brochures , trying not to yawn or roll our eyes while principal mcintosh drones on about `` adulthood '' and `` our entrance into the community order , '' nudging one another and tugging on the collars of our scratchy graduation gowns to try to let some air down our necks .