So I'm a highschool graduate. Whoo.
I'm pretty sure it's not a big deal, except that it can say "He was a highschool graduate" in my obituary should something tragic happen instead of "He's currently attending highschool", which I guess is nice. Also, it's the farthest I've gotten in school, and considering my family, and I think that only my dad, and my cousin Kate have actually graduated from college, I guess that makes me a real person now. So there's that...
Plus, on the last day of school, I got to listen to "Don't You Forget About Me" as I walked out and did the John Bender from The Breakfast Club fist pump, which while incredibely lame and retarded, is something I always wanted to do.
Also, the ceremony was probably not worth it just for the nice minute it took me to walk across the stage and make a stupid look on the Jumbotron that a church shouldn't have (but I digress). I did get to shake teacher's hands, and there were an alarming amount of math teachers there, and that just sparked a guilt trip about trying harder in school. I did get to hug Ms. J and my dean, and one of those was awkward because we kinda hate each other, and one was awesome, because she was my favorite teacher ever. Also, I high fived the leader of Amnesty International.
And then I waited for an hour until it was over and cheered for my friends and told Frank Tsai that I wanted him inside of me. And then it hit me, that this is really it. Which sucks completely, and is also incredibly awesome. At first, as I walked across the stage, and got that feeling that normal people get when they shed a tear or two, I was actually kind of sad. And then we were driving home, and some womenfolk were driving past blaring rap music.
The first thought was then something like..."Oh, I'm so happy right now."
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