Senior Awards/Baccalaureate/Graduation/Grad Night/Friday - A Review
Foreword
This chronicles the proceedings from Monday, June 5th to Friday, June 9th. There is a lot to read, so I may actually go against my patrician policy and put it under an ignominous lj-cut. Disappointing, and self-defeating, I know.
Corpus
The week has been rather stressful, and quite long- starting of course with an empty day during which feeble lambs were coaxed into comfort through a complete lack of activity. I, personally and unsuccessfully, attempted to enjoy myself despite unfortunate circumstance. Ah, the pall of worried depression forms like a film over cooling soup better left to insects than vertebrates.
Tuesday dawned with a bright ray of responsibility as we filed up for our first Graduation practice. I myself was condemned to call the role during the ceremony as valedictorian, inordinate sunlight related damage and public lethargy bedamned! After expelling copious amounts of carbon dioxide, we closed up fro the practice and fled into our respective campus residence equivalents- in my case the deservingly maligned Drama Room. Signatures flowed forth like raw froth on the incoming tide of human discomfort.
That very night I made the horrid mistake of pulling on my robes for a celebration known as Senior Awards Night. Perhaps it may have been better if I had access to some sort of calming substance or indeed a portable personal passably personable musical device- unfortunately for myself, I did not. Devin on my left, wasted space on my right, I sat awaiting the fall of the medal. Not a fan of celebration or ceremony, here, it must be tied up in how I was raised. Anyway, I recieved my Scholarship, a Valedictorian Medal, a Thespian Medal, a CSF Medal and a special commendation Medal courtesy of the U.S. Marines- a shock of atmospheric proportion, indeed. Kirby stole me away briefly after the ceremony for some much needed conversation.
Wednesday was much the same, with a similar graduation practice sapping my strength prior to noon. That night my class proceeded to our Baccalaureate, with our legendary Calculus teacher Mr. Steffen, as guest speaker. His performance was engaging and inspiring without any apparent flaws- indeed, nobody could even match it. Afterwards I talked briefly with Albert and eventually found my faltering way back home.
Thursday was the day of the unfortunate yet much awaited event. The presentation of graduation was rather flawed by numerous last minute changes and minor errors on the part of the generalized body of participants. I graduated with flying colours and spouted off my rehearsed list of names with not insignificant accuracy. After the event I met with the fellows of my class, Kirby, Greg, Ellen, numerous family members and Robin Weitzman... nabbed my actual diploma at the office and made my escape to change for the night party to come.
Grad Night really isn't about Graduation. It's about keeping graduates out of trouble through locking us in a paid facility with numerous adults, which isn't a bad idea in itself. I spent most of the time talking with Mike, Ann and Heather Jones, who I must remember to maintain contact with this time. Imitation laser tag gave us enough fun to last until five when we returned to the personnel transports and fled back to FHS campus. Six in the morning and all through the bus, not a young adult was speaking but Mike and Aaron.
I fell asleep at seven in the morning- and woke to Kirby in my room at one thirty. That woke me, to say the least. We drove of to her house and spent a lot of time together. My lack of rest was a handicap, but we managed to discuss some important specifics. Around seven we drove to a resturant and met up with my mother and some others for dinner. Then we rounded out the evening with a bout of Joss Whedon - Firefly vintage. Little aged, but still a contender.
Conclusion
Hopefully I'll get some much needed and consequentially unlikely rest tonight, and Kirby will hang out with me tomorrow. This Summer is unfolding before us, and we must all spend time together.
This chronicles the proceedings from Monday, June 5th to Friday, June 9th. There is a lot to read, so I may actually go against my patrician policy and put it under an ignominous lj-cut. Disappointing, and self-defeating, I know.
Corpus
The week has been rather stressful, and quite long- starting of course with an empty day during which feeble lambs were coaxed into comfort through a complete lack of activity. I, personally and unsuccessfully, attempted to enjoy myself despite unfortunate circumstance. Ah, the pall of worried depression forms like a film over cooling soup better left to insects than vertebrates.
Tuesday dawned with a bright ray of responsibility as we filed up for our first Graduation practice. I myself was condemned to call the role during the ceremony as valedictorian, inordinate sunlight related damage and public lethargy bedamned! After expelling copious amounts of carbon dioxide, we closed up fro the practice and fled into our respective campus residence equivalents- in my case the deservingly maligned Drama Room. Signatures flowed forth like raw froth on the incoming tide of human discomfort.
That very night I made the horrid mistake of pulling on my robes for a celebration known as Senior Awards Night. Perhaps it may have been better if I had access to some sort of calming substance or indeed a portable personal passably personable musical device- unfortunately for myself, I did not. Devin on my left, wasted space on my right, I sat awaiting the fall of the medal. Not a fan of celebration or ceremony, here, it must be tied up in how I was raised. Anyway, I recieved my Scholarship, a Valedictorian Medal, a Thespian Medal, a CSF Medal and a special commendation Medal courtesy of the U.S. Marines- a shock of atmospheric proportion, indeed. Kirby stole me away briefly after the ceremony for some much needed conversation.
Wednesday was much the same, with a similar graduation practice sapping my strength prior to noon. That night my class proceeded to our Baccalaureate, with our legendary Calculus teacher Mr. Steffen, as guest speaker. His performance was engaging and inspiring without any apparent flaws- indeed, nobody could even match it. Afterwards I talked briefly with Albert and eventually found my faltering way back home.
Thursday was the day of the unfortunate yet much awaited event. The presentation of graduation was rather flawed by numerous last minute changes and minor errors on the part of the generalized body of participants. I graduated with flying colours and spouted off my rehearsed list of names with not insignificant accuracy. After the event I met with the fellows of my class, Kirby, Greg, Ellen, numerous family members and Robin Weitzman... nabbed my actual diploma at the office and made my escape to change for the night party to come.
Grad Night really isn't about Graduation. It's about keeping graduates out of trouble through locking us in a paid facility with numerous adults, which isn't a bad idea in itself. I spent most of the time talking with Mike, Ann and Heather Jones, who I must remember to maintain contact with this time. Imitation laser tag gave us enough fun to last until five when we returned to the personnel transports and fled back to FHS campus. Six in the morning and all through the bus, not a young adult was speaking but Mike and Aaron.
I fell asleep at seven in the morning- and woke to Kirby in my room at one thirty. That woke me, to say the least. We drove of to her house and spent a lot of time together. My lack of rest was a handicap, but we managed to discuss some important specifics. Around seven we drove to a resturant and met up with my mother and some others for dinner. Then we rounded out the evening with a bout of Joss Whedon - Firefly vintage. Little aged, but still a contender.
Conclusion
Hopefully I'll get some much needed and consequentially unlikely rest tonight, and Kirby will hang out with me tomorrow. This Summer is unfolding before us, and we must all spend time together.