Somehow, inadvertently, I ended up graduation from high school. It was a waste of time and money - $45 for a gown that they made college students only pay $20 for when it was their graduation. All crooks, Jostens were.
On the day of we had to arrive early to practice walking up to and across the stage. You didn't have to attend graduation, you could opt out like my boyfriend did, vacationing in Alaska instead.
The entirety of graduation I say, bored and unhappy. My father, in the audience, looked equally unhappy. I don't blame him. It was boring as balls. Everyone made speeches, meaningless speeches. The class president made a speech as fake as his heterosexuality. The principal made a speech. The valedictorian made a speech (I was in it). The band played. I had been in that band for three years, but no one cared about me in there now. The choir sang. Mrs. Arvin called my name and I walked across, shook hands, grabbed my diploma holder, got my picture taken. You didn't get your diploma until after - they withheld it, even at graduation, to make sure you behaved through the whole thing.
// done in Contemp. Drama
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