Graduation
Jun. 12th, 2005 10:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tabular_rasaWell, graduation. I'm officially graduated from high school . . .
The ceremony went well-- very well, in fact. It surprised me; for once, our high school was actually organized, on-time, and efficient. Andrew's speech was cute-- and, well, I think he's just the perfect type for graduation speeches: amusing, well-loved (or at least well-known), genuinely sentimental but not overly so (like-- no meaning to be sexist here, on purpose, lol-- when most girls tend to give speeches), and yet still full of those ridiculously silly one-liner slogans that are always chock-full in graduation speeches. MAYBE we could have kept out the singing, but, lol, I can't complain, can I? I did tell him, afterward, that I approved of his shout-outs; they weren't inside jokes, which are the bad kind-- they were the ones that everybody likes.
It's just so weird-- graduating. It just seems like pretend. It seems like we were ACTING OUT a graduation, not actually partaking in one . . . it was so weird.
It's hitting me, as I've been trying to force it to for the last few days, to make it easier, that I've just seen several people for the last time in my life, unless Fate intervenes.
Yet . . . just as it's been easier and easier to throw away things I might not have ever to have been able to throw away years ago, when I didn't need to . . . I'm able to let go of some people. It's like I'm OKAY with leaving some people. It's like Kyle said, earlier this year: You stay in touch with those you really want to remember. Those that I'll miss and won't keep in touch with-- sure, I grew accustomed to their faces, but, at the same time, there wasn't a whole lot there. It was just a fluke of geography. Plus-- the memories that I want to have, I will remember . . . perhaps a little too well, lol . . .
Ha, maybe I'm just trying to help myself ease the separation.
It's still so weird.
My grandparents on my dad's side (who are less old) came, and I saw them walking out (my arm all cold and numb, since I smuggled a water bottle out there, against their wishes, lol . . . but Nichole was worried that she was going to faint). They stayed for a bit and we talked after graduation, and Jana told us some stories about how she met Papa, which were still so middle-school/sorority girl, lol . . . it really so amuses me . . . I had some champagne, too-- just a sip, since I had graduation parties to go to.
I was at Kristina's forever, eating her good food and talking, and her little cousin Martin apparently has dubbed me "Cole Harrison," lol . . .
Then we went to Laura's for a little bit, but the entire day has just been so exhausting that I really didn't say much to anyone.
It feels like today lasted forever.
Well, congratulations, everyone: Central . . . Class of 2005 in general . . .
Woot!
Well, here goes nothing . . .
The ceremony went well-- very well, in fact. It surprised me; for once, our high school was actually organized, on-time, and efficient. Andrew's speech was cute-- and, well, I think he's just the perfect type for graduation speeches: amusing, well-loved (or at least well-known), genuinely sentimental but not overly so (like-- no meaning to be sexist here, on purpose, lol-- when most girls tend to give speeches), and yet still full of those ridiculously silly one-liner slogans that are always chock-full in graduation speeches. MAYBE we could have kept out the singing, but, lol, I can't complain, can I? I did tell him, afterward, that I approved of his shout-outs; they weren't inside jokes, which are the bad kind-- they were the ones that everybody likes.
It's just so weird-- graduating. It just seems like pretend. It seems like we were ACTING OUT a graduation, not actually partaking in one . . . it was so weird.
It's hitting me, as I've been trying to force it to for the last few days, to make it easier, that I've just seen several people for the last time in my life, unless Fate intervenes.
Yet . . . just as it's been easier and easier to throw away things I might not have ever to have been able to throw away years ago, when I didn't need to . . . I'm able to let go of some people. It's like I'm OKAY with leaving some people. It's like Kyle said, earlier this year: You stay in touch with those you really want to remember. Those that I'll miss and won't keep in touch with-- sure, I grew accustomed to their faces, but, at the same time, there wasn't a whole lot there. It was just a fluke of geography. Plus-- the memories that I want to have, I will remember . . . perhaps a little too well, lol . . .
Ha, maybe I'm just trying to help myself ease the separation.
It's still so weird.
My grandparents on my dad's side (who are less old) came, and I saw them walking out (my arm all cold and numb, since I smuggled a water bottle out there, against their wishes, lol . . . but Nichole was worried that she was going to faint). They stayed for a bit and we talked after graduation, and Jana told us some stories about how she met Papa, which were still so middle-school/sorority girl, lol . . . it really so amuses me . . . I had some champagne, too-- just a sip, since I had graduation parties to go to.
I was at Kristina's forever, eating her good food and talking, and her little cousin Martin apparently has dubbed me "Cole Harrison," lol . . .
Then we went to Laura's for a little bit, but the entire day has just been so exhausting that I really didn't say much to anyone.
It feels like today lasted forever.
Well, congratulations, everyone: Central . . . Class of 2005 in general . . .
Woot!
Well, here goes nothing . . .
