Ah, I should totally go into the fast food business. It seems that my friends and I are getting quite good at yelling numbers out for tables. We've got it down to a system.
With ticket sales only a day from completion and 300 seats to be distributed, the grad dinner and dance 2010 for my high school has technically already started. The hype has anyways. Dresses, make-up, dates, guests (oh yes there is a difference), date drama, guest drama (oh yes there IS a difference) and of course hair. And then the guys are just along for the ride. Granted of course, most of the guys are more excited for the After grad. I, personally, am not going to After grad, but I've heard some great things about what's gonna be happening. So for all those one the fence, just pay the additional $35, it's a one in a life time opportunity...plus where ELSE are you going to be able to stick yourself to a Velcro wall...at 3:30 in the morning...AND BE SOBER!??!?!?!
Oh and reader, there will probably only be 3-4 more blogs about the grad dinner dance, so yes, the count down has begun.
The school, it seems, has taken a collective sigh of relief. Apparently everyone was super busy ALL at the same time. NOT surprising, considering there were AP exams to write, scholarships to apply for, huge projects to be completed, grad to organize, keepsakes to order, provincial competitions for pretty much every sport happened in the first two weeks of May. So it's not a shocker that everyone has decided to take this week a little slower, plus the beautiful weather is certainly a plus.
It's amazing how fast its all gone (cue "I Will Remember You"). I mean it feels like just last year we were all entering the school, blissfully ignorant to all the fun times and excitement that lay in store. We blindly followed our tour guides on that first day, contemplating where we would find our selves. Among the achievers? Among the Athletes? Among the music kids? No one really thinking too heavily of the future, so memories are not really stored for that later day when we might need them.
Of course, grades nine and ten whisked by (cue "As we go on") friendships were made, broken, refurbished. We all worked at our own speeds and paces, but all made it to the destination: grade 11. It was then we realised to our horror, that there was a life after high school, and we had better start applying ourselves and seriously thinking about it. Some had chosen their career in grade 6 others had no clue. But all began the terrifying ascent to grade 12.
Upon reaching the tip-top of the high school experience (Cue "Good Riddance") some with scholarships in hand, others with personal gratification that they had successfully made it to graduation, a collective sigh of relief and joy could be heard. "We made it." Even more then that: "We ARE the champions...of the world!" We made the most of these four years, and we've got friends and memories to show for it. So now, as friends separate to go on to bigger and better things, be it Ottawa, Provo, Quebec, Burnaby, Vancouver, Richmond, Ontario, or many other post-secondary organizations, let us not forget the ties we've made, the friendships we've nurtured and the memories we've created. It may only be high school, and good byes may be part of life, but this truly was "the time of our lives".
GRAD 2010!
Signing Off,
DG
I hear you. It takes a heck of a lot to get me feeling much about things that, in the long run, really don't matter much. I was talking to a friend of mine that I reconnected with 20 some years after High School, and she said, "I'm so glad I didn't peak in High School." We went, we did well, and then we got on with the rest of our lives. High School? Yes, in some ways it's defining, but in other ways it's just a blip on the road. It's what you do with your life AFTERWARDS that really matters. And frankly, the rest of your life is way more interesting and exciting and fulfilling! College, career, family, and developing talents more fully than can be done in High School. THAT'S when I, at least, got my rush! But then again, having to push my grad date's stalled car while wearing a long gown? That might have dimmed my view of the whole experience... No limos in Burns Lake!
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