The above was practically all you could hear after the ceremony at Andrean High as we left the school building as alumni, tassels dangling on the left of our caps and bound diplomas in hand.
Finished 6th out of a class of about 170, which isn't too bad considering some of the shenanigans I've pulled in the last semester.
Interestingly enough, outside persons did notice that I was a graduate. Just not the correct kind.
"Graduation? Oh, congratulations on finishing middle school, dear!"
"Yes, I remember when my daughter finished eighth grade, too. Best of luck to you!"
Guess that's what I get for completing high school while still under 18.
But why single just our class out? Graduation? You're all graduates, everyone of you. If not in grade level, then in maturity, sociability and intellectual ability. Which can sometimes be more desirable than simple academic advencement. (And if none of the above applies to you, then your educational system has seriously failed you.)
Maybe it's been an average year for you. Or an exceptional one. Or one that started ok, then spiraled into a dangerous chasm, but recovered and touched the ground with barely a scratch, like mine did.
Either way, you survived another year. Summer's here. Go out and play.
I don't think I can put it into any better words than that of our valedictorian, whose flawless closing speech included references to Google, graphics cards, and AOL.
"Hey, guys, we're the class of 2006. Let's carpe some diem!"
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