The other day when I logged on to Facebook I found a message from a girl who I kinda sorta remember from high school. She was asking for my address so that she could send me information about our 20th reunion.
*cue record scratch*
Twenty years? Has it been that long? It’s not possible…I don’t look a day over 25!
I remember my graduation like it was yesterday. I already had some experience…I was one of the lead marshals from the prior year’s graduation. So walking the field and looking serious was nothing new to me.
We spent an entire afternoon practicing. And there were so many rules! No tossing your cap. Caps must be flat on the top of your head. No screaming or clapping. Everyone will turn their tassels at the end of the valedictorian’s speech and not a moment before. (My high school takes graduation seriously!)
We also had a strict limit on tickets for graduation. It was a small town with no much else to do, so I guess they were trying to keep out the random crowds. My parents were divorced when I was really young, and due to an issue a few years prior during graduation they had started giving twice as many tickets to the families of the graduates who’s parents were divorced.
Thanks to my larger than normal supply of tickets I was able to have my mother, father, stepmother, stepfather, grandparents and sister attend my graduation. It was so important to me to have them all there cheering me on. (Mentally-the rules about no screaming or clapping applied to the audience, too.)
My hands still cramp up thinking about all of the thank you notes I had to write, but I was also touched by the outpouring of cards and gifts from family and friends to celebrate my graduation. And I do promise every last person got a hand written card of thanks from me!
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