The act of graduating and getting out of high school was fun, but the day of my graduation was horrible.
It was June and in DC and it was HUMID, so everyone was miserable. I get there and my grandmother stops me and says "How long did it take you to do your hair?" I told her that I didn't do anything to it, it was so humid that I just left it in the ringlets I woke up with. She continues to annoy me for the next 5 minutes about my hair, asking how long it took me to do it and what I used and why did I do that to myself, because it looks so much better "normal". Finally my mom stopped her and told her it was natural and if she didn't realize that over the past 18 years, it was her own fault. (My grandmother has a long-standing issue with my hair.)
We had to wait out in the hall for 40 minutes in line to go into the main hall to sit down, but I wasn't near any of my friends because we stood in alphabetical order by last name. During the ceremony, someone's cell phone rang off and on for the entire ceremony and despite repeated requests for people to turn off their cell phones, it still kept ringing. A kid I hate gave the speech, the principal I hated gave a speech, the princicpal that left at the end of my junior year that I loved was only allowed to speak for about a minute, and the chairs were too close together, so I couldn't even cross my legs.
After the ceremony, a bunch of my friends and their families were getting together for lunch at a friend of mine's house, but my parents complained about how they wanted that day to be just about our family, so I couldn't go. My dad decided on the restaurant, so we went to Red Lobster- other than being extremely low-brow for the occasion, it was over an hour drive away, so we didn't get there until 2pm and we were all ready to kill each other because we were so hungry.
After that, we went straight to my grandparents' house for dinner, where my grandma cooked a bunch of food I don't eat, they made me put on my cap and gown again for pictures, but it was pouring outside at this point, so I had to stand in front of the coat closet with a stupid balloon my grandparents gave me. I had hinted at wanting one thing for graduation, but my parents got me this cheap, tacky bracelet instead that I don't like and haven't ever worn since. It was an anticlimactic end to my high school career.
Adam needs to do something so I have something to talk about in his thread other than my personal issues.
Like a firework unexploded
Wanting life but never
knowing how
Updated On: 5/15/06 at 06:06 PM