Sunday, June 08, 2003
Well.
I have graduated. Creepy. Doesn't feel like it. I wasn't sad at all... then again, I wasn't expecting to be. But I did rather expect some sort of closure. Nope. None o' that. All I'm feeling right now is tired (up 'till 2:30 am last night finishing everyone's graduation presents) and pained (I somehow managed to get a massive sunburn on a day with very little sun).
We had breakfast at Kate's house before graduation, and it was nice. There was a spinach quiche which was DElish. Mmm mmm finger-lickin' good. I gave the people who were there their graduation presents (DVDs with photo slideshows on 'em, complete with random music no one's ever heard of, for the most part). We watched them, and people seemed to like them, so that makes me quite happy. Cat knows I spent long enough on the suckers. Up all night writing those sleeve notes... I was quite proud of some of them. Ha. That sounds pretty stupid. But I actually did spend quite a bit of effort on that aspect of it. I really do hope people get a kick out of 'em.
Graduation actually wasn't as horrid as I had been worried it was going to be. It was our principal's last graduation after 30-some-odd years at Swampscott High, so we were expecting a horrid and lengthy speech. He actually kept it tolerable... although it was definitely about him and not so much about our graduating class. Yeah, he tied it in at the end, but still. He introduced his old teacher who's now in his 80s or something and he went off on that for a bit. People seemed to think that was so sweet, but I'm not so sure I enjoyed it. After all, it had nothing to do with us. Rien.
The superintendent has a penchant for giving notoriously horrible speeches. Never one to break with tradition, he gave a horrible speech. But it was short, which ended up being its only redeeming quality. He started out by asking the lovely singer Cher, wherever she might be, to refrain from wiggling her toes or tweaking her nose so that our good weather would hold. That ought to give you some idea of the sort of speech it was.
Ooo! Wonderwall! I like this song!
We had four student speakers, due to some mildly heated controversy at school which I won't get into here. Anywho. Our class president is a gawdawful public speaker, and he didn't have anything interesting to say, so that speech was a waste. He also won the award for 'most improved over the four years of high school', which sort of makes me wonder in a worrisome way about his grades earlier in his career, since, unless I am much mistaken, they're not overly stellar now. I shouldn't say that, I guess. I don't really know. I pay less attention to our class president than I do to the birds outside my calculus room window.
Anywho. The honor graduate who spoke was Jake. His speech was actually quite good. There were some funny bits in it and the things he said were at least interesting enough to hold my flighty attention. It was a little depressing though, because he indicated that life was essentially downhill after high school. Not really something you want to hear at graduation.
Then we had an 'average student' speak. This was Tom. No offense meant to him, but it wasn't a particularly good speech. I mean, he's only been at our school for maybe a year and a half, and his speech wasn't really about our class. It was more about him and how he lives his own life, and how this is a good example for us to follow. I dunno, I'm not really a fan of the preachy graduation speech.
Then, of course, we had the valedictorian speech. Noah. His life as a screenplay. I think it is safe to say that there's never been another graduation speech quite like that at Swampscott High. It was like Adaptation (you know, the movie), only it was Noah trying to write a graduation speech, rather than Charlie Kaufman trying to write a screenplay. It was very funny. Humorful, one might say. And there were some pretty good points in it. It was, however, too long. Interesting though it was, I think it could've been shorter. I know I saw some of the kids sitting behind the honor grads across from me fidgeting and nudging their friends and looking at their watches. I don't take that as a good sign. But it was a very creative and amusing speech anywho.
Then we all got our diplomas, and no one fell, although Liz almost did. And Danielle Tupper lost her hat. I didn't even know she was still at our school. Ha. I adore people like that. Our diplomas are pretty classy. They come in these nice little book things, with the diploma on the bottom and a little drawing of the high school on the top. People were curious to see if the honor graduates would get a different sort of diploma from the rest of the rabble, since we were already cruelly singled out by way of gold tassels (everyone else got blue and white) for the National Honor Society members and ugly, inconvenient medals for the honor grads. The diplomas are the same, except the National Honor Society kids get a cheap little gold National Honor Society sticker on their diplomas. Just in case you were wondering.
Aargh. I keep on yawning. But I do not wish to go to bed yet. Adult Swim is on tonight, and I shall watch it. I am determined. I have need of some twisted yet bizarrely familiar-seeming humor tonight.
Ha. According to this quiz thing, I am the Twins from Matrix:Reloaded. Well, here. See for yourself.
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Note the 'classy'. I may be many things, but somehow I doubt that classy is one of them. We show up at the Graul family graduation party today... everyone else is at least nicely dressed, even if they're not overtly dressed up. I arrive in sweatpants, a lurid U. Michigan tshirt, and prom sneakers that completely and utterly fail to match anything else I'm wearing. Ha. Yes. Class.
I got my prom pictures back. They came out pretty well, for the most part. This is something to be pleased about. Now we just have to see how the graduation ones come out. I'm a little nervous about them, because the flash wasn't going off at all, but the lighting looked a little suspect to me. I hope they're not all overly dark. That would be... unfortunate.
Alors, I think I am going to go stick my head in a vat of aloe vera in an attempt to alleviate the pain of this sunburn. Probably won't work. I'll wake up tomorrow and I won't be able to move my face at all. Something to look foward to.
schlup schlup schlup gurgle gurgle <--the sound of me with my head in a vat of aloe vera
10:54 PM
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