Graduations passed...
Jun. 15th, 2011 12:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
susandennisIt's cap and gown and graduation time...
I honestly do not remember my high school graduation. I know it was a BFD and perfectly done as I went to a very prissy perfect high school. And I know I was there. And I have the diploma to prove it somewhere and it is is fancy and prissy and perfect. And does not even mention that I was pretty much at the bottom of my class of 52.
Happily, bottom of that class was still high up enough to get into some kind of college and despite all my best efforts, I managed to graduate from there, too.
That one I remember. I remember it was hot - yeah, not a stretch. But mostly I remember the gynormous feeling of relief.
I hated school - really just hated it. All of it, except the school supplies. Loved new notebooks and pencils and rulers - but I digress... I think I started counting the days til the end sometime during first grade.
When I actually got there - to the end - it was amazing and wonderful and such a relief. I was done. I could now start my life. I could read what I wanted. I could fuck up and get fucked - it was my life and all mine and it was laid out before me like a giant present all gift wrapped with a bow.
I remember the feeling today - hot and sweaty and so full of joy and wonder and delight and relief. The future was all mine. I've always kind of felt a little bit of a responsibility to live up to the feeling of that day and with a lot of luck and some hard work, I pretty much have.
That's a very nice thing to realize.
I honestly do not remember my high school graduation. I know it was a BFD and perfectly done as I went to a very prissy perfect high school. And I know I was there. And I have the diploma to prove it somewhere and it is is fancy and prissy and perfect. And does not even mention that I was pretty much at the bottom of my class of 52.
Happily, bottom of that class was still high up enough to get into some kind of college and despite all my best efforts, I managed to graduate from there, too.
That one I remember. I remember it was hot - yeah, not a stretch. But mostly I remember the gynormous feeling of relief.
I hated school - really just hated it. All of it, except the school supplies. Loved new notebooks and pencils and rulers - but I digress... I think I started counting the days til the end sometime during first grade.
When I actually got there - to the end - it was amazing and wonderful and such a relief. I was done. I could now start my life. I could read what I wanted. I could fuck up and get fucked - it was my life and all mine and it was laid out before me like a giant present all gift wrapped with a bow.
I remember the feeling today - hot and sweaty and so full of joy and wonder and delight and relief. The future was all mine. I've always kind of felt a little bit of a responsibility to live up to the feeling of that day and with a lot of luck and some hard work, I pretty much have.
That's a very nice thing to realize.