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June 22, 2007


This is my cousin's graduation. Great capture on my part, non?

All of the high schools in the Athens area make use of UGA's Stegeman Coliseum for graduation purposes. Therefore, it particularly took me back, as I graduated there on that same floor June 5, 1992. Two notable differences:
1. I was wearing red.
2. I didn't throw my cap.


WTF? I didn't throw my cap. The finale did not happen. I did not get the closure. No icing on the cake. No completion. I have literally had dreams about being stuck in neverending high school, and yes, I do think my failure to toss is the culprit.

Why would I deprive myself of the final climax? It was pure evil.

The teachers, principalities, etc, etc, threatened us with all of their vested powers the eve of graduation, at rehearsal. If we tossed our caps, we would go to summer school, or we wouldn't receive diplomas.

Bs? Of course. But then, to us, they were serious, they meant it, and they had a history of making an example out of our class. They hated us, and some of us believed they wanted to further the persecution into the summer months.

So we caved to their bluff, and we didn't throw our caps. I held out hope, to the end. I spied the few rebels, the class skippers and top of hill smokers, who had made it to the graduation floor. They threw not. It was hopeless.

It was just too damned risky. It wouldn't have been the first time the admin made examples of us. You know, three days suspension for a simple off campus lunch, almost costing me my diploma, etc, etc...

They had dangled the diploma over us all year. We were at the end, we gritted, we bore.

And I? Left with no closure. Robbed.


posted by Key on 10:17 PM | Comments (8) | TrackBack (0)

Aaahh... the old "summer school threat." 'Twill normally halt a grizzly in its tracks. Not your fault there.

We three grajumicating from my school endured same threat. One of me did rebel, and had a fucked up cap for a reminder.

Not sure that it's all it cracks up to be, Key.

Posted by: That 1 Guy at June 23, 2007 01:12 AM

Well, at my elitist prep school we graduated at the campus under the oaks. All 52 of us. And we had to wear white dinner jackets and white prom dresses! How the hell do you toss a white dinner jacket?

Posted by: Velociman at June 23, 2007 07:54 AM

Did they toss their prom dresses?

Posted by: That 1 Guy at June 23, 2007 06:39 PM

Nooo... we tossed them for 'em, later. Over their ears.

Posted by: Velociman at June 23, 2007 08:00 PM

Moral of the story: never deprive yourself of a climax.

Posted by: zonker at June 24, 2007 01:45 AM

My graduation was so long ago I can't remember.

Posted by: ga at July 13, 2007 09:00 AM

Hell, I was surprised I graduated. Once the big day came, a soaper and some Shlitz Malt Liquor was in order. Shit man, fireworks too. I can't belive they let us into that place. They had to know better. What in the hell are we doin' in a "Shriner's Temple". I mean really. Come on.

They didn't have to worry 'bout it the next year. There was an "outdoor autitorium" available. I don't know where my lid got flipped, but I damned sure did flip it. I graduated bare headed. Had to borrow a lid for the "after pictures"...

Soapers... damn. Too bad pizza hut don't deliver those bastards.

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