on graduation

Graduation was nice. I was more a part of it then I thought I would be. What I mean is that I originally thought that by last night it would all seem like a formality and I wouldn't enjoy it. That wasn't the case though. It was fun having a whole of people there just watching you. Well, that's what it felt like. However, that morning at the practice I realized two things: 1) I have no idea who the majority of the people in my class are and 2) I'm glad I don't. I only say this because I was right in the middle of retard-fest. You know, kids that barely graduated. That's tough to do. It would have been better if they would just let me sit with my friends, but that's obviously impossible.

Anyway, on to the details of the night. Waiting in the library for around an hour before going out wasn't so great. It was really hot in that bitch. It's kind of ironic that I spent the last moments of my high school career in the two places I probably went to the least: the library and the gym. Oh well. Getting out there was no big deal, although the huge crowed overwhelmed me at first. The speeches weren't bad. They were short and that's what I like. Then the awards came. I won the two awards I expected I would: the Frank LaParle (the one I got at the banquet) and the Spanish award. The Spanish was $500, so with the other award I made out with $600 for the night. Not bad.