Last night I sat through my third graduation at my high school. Three years ago, I watched Seeen graduate, the year after I graduated, and last night my sister (the Hipster) graduated. Watching Seeen's graduation wasn't all that bad because, as a Junior, it built up so much anticipation for my graduation the following year. But when it came time, my graduation was not as anticipated. I really just wanted to hear my name called, walk across the stage, and get out of there. But first I had listen to multiple dumb speeches, two or three musical performances, and the other 554 names get called. Don't get me wrong, high school graduation is one of the best nights of your life, but it just drags on and it feels like it won't ever end.
Coming back for the Hipster's graduation was easily the worst. We got to the school a half hour before the gates open and stood in a very long line, only to get into the stadium and wait another hour and a half for the ceremony to start. It was the first time I had been back at my school since the night I graduated, and there were many people there from my class to see their siblings graduate. The looks I got from some of those people reminded me exactly why I hated my class. For example, I saw this one bigger chick (who in seventh grade told me she liked me and I had none of that), and she gave me the look of "Ew, why the sheeek are you here?" We sat in the packed bleachers, laughing at all of the families who thought they were entitled to coming late and expect to have a good seat waiting for them. There were five speeches, two performances, and 569 graduates, and I was only there for the 5-10 seconds the Hipster was on stage. Of course there were other people I knew in her class, but I didn't fly back to see them graduate. By far the most entertaining part of the night was when a fire truck and ambulance rolled up to attend to someone sitting in the stands on the other side of the field. After the ceremony, we took some pictures, I saw Sluggy D's, and then the Hipster took off for Grad Night, so I didn't even see her the rest of the night.
Thankfully, this is the last high school graduation I have to go to (at least for many years to come).
By: Gunshow
Coming back for the Hipster's graduation was easily the worst. We got to the school a half hour before the gates open and stood in a very long line, only to get into the stadium and wait another hour and a half for the ceremony to start. It was the first time I had been back at my school since the night I graduated, and there were many people there from my class to see their siblings graduate. The looks I got from some of those people reminded me exactly why I hated my class. For example, I saw this one bigger chick (who in seventh grade told me she liked me and I had none of that), and she gave me the look of "Ew, why the sheeek are you here?" We sat in the packed bleachers, laughing at all of the families who thought they were entitled to coming late and expect to have a good seat waiting for them. There were five speeches, two performances, and 569 graduates, and I was only there for the 5-10 seconds the Hipster was on stage. Of course there were other people I knew in her class, but I didn't fly back to see them graduate. By far the most entertaining part of the night was when a fire truck and ambulance rolled up to attend to someone sitting in the stands on the other side of the field. After the ceremony, we took some pictures, I saw Sluggy D's, and then the Hipster took off for Grad Night, so I didn't even see her the rest of the night.
Thankfully, this is the last high school graduation I have to go to (at least for many years to come).
By: Gunshow