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6.27.2009
Once upon a time, in a little town called Invermere, there lived a girl with long dark hair who dreamt of, one day, becoming a beautiful princess. That girl's name was Kate.
And she got her wish.
So much to say about Grad. This post will be long, I guarantee. I'll start typing things, and then I'll think of something else and add that, and edit, and add some more, and think of new things. This is not going to be a small post in any way.
Remember how I was talking about the titles of my posts and how I like some of them? Yeah, this is another one. 17 was the number on the table I was sitting at while attending Dinner and Prom. I was very happy when I saw that it was where we were sitting, because it has my favorite number in it (7) and it corresponded with my, at the time, future blog post to come.
The Grad Ceremonies.
Practice for the ceremonies happened on Wednesday at 3pm. It was a very boring event, hands down. We talked about what was happening, our responsibilities, etiquette (ie. don't pick your nose), how everyone was to walk in, and how the partners were to be arranged on stage. Took about 2 hours. That's when we learned our Grad Theme song and that half the grade actually didn't like it.
Half of the people who attended, because some didn't (including my partner, Beau (jerk)), ended up confused and/or didn't learn anything. The rest of us who knew what we were doing had to relay things over and over again to them. It was rather tedious and annoying.
Kris's Barbecue/Picnic/Turkey Dinner
...was a fun event. After Grad practice, we went to Kris's house for some sort of dinner thing. By 'we' I mean Me, Kim, Ben, Jenny, Christine and Karlie. Kris's relatives and family were strewn about the place, and Shelby, a previous grad whom I haven't seen for years came back to visit Kris's older sister, so we saw her as well. She's nuts.
WE::: Ate dinner on the trampoline / had a lot of pickles / ate Grad cake / received money from Kris's mom as a grad gift (felt like a doosh getting cash from a friend's parent) / went to the park, where I got hit by a Frisbee in the face, we took a lot of pictures, played Frisbee, hit some golf balls, see-sawed, kicked shoes at Ben's head and hung out in a massive group / broke some old school-church windows with a chewed-up tennis ball we found in a field / played Pictonary, well, they did, as I am too amazing and they wouldn't let me play / I took many, many pictures of them and pictures of myself, videos as well, then Karlie and Christine left, and, eventually, Jenny too.
Kris, Ben, Zoki and I laid out under the stars for a while, lounging on Kris's trampoline. We did our best to find constellations, but in the end only managed to find the Big Dipper. There were strange flashes of light that brightened the sky at periodic intervals. I couldn't see them at first, but when I concentrated I eventually saw one. We still don't know what they were. Met Kris's pet bat who lives on the telephone pole near their shed and saw my second shooting star. It was a magical time. I don't know how to describe it. We were all so close to each other, lying on that trampoline. Despite the cold, it was warm.
And then came the time that my parents were waiting for:
Grad
For cereals, this time. It was the real deal. And, phew, was it HOT IN THERE! The walk out was good, fairly exciting. As I was zigzagging around the audience, it was nice to hear what people were going to do with their lives. Oh, yeah, some kids I had no idea. Dane Peterson: Astronaut. Yeah. WHAT.THE.FUCK? It's amazing. Seamus is aspiring for global domination, Mary is playing for a women's soccer team, Jesse is going to become a god-damn-good lawyer and take all our money. Yeah, it's all fun.
I received a scholarship. ONE, but that's totally okay with me. It's for $750.00, too, so I am not complaining. Haha. Ha. Ha.
I really don't want to type more.
Damnit. Whatever.
It was really hot on stage. Like, really, really, really, really, REALLY FUCKING HOT. And I was sitting right under the lights. Nick and I were constantly remarking on the heat and how much we hated it. I really wanted to take a page from Josh's book and just take things off, but that would have been very uncool. Well, cool, but not attractive, not mature. So I endured. Lucky me.
Oh, my. So much swearing. Let's tone that down a bit. Ahem. Continuing on:
Ian and I won awards for Most Outstanding Musician, and he won like, a dozen scholarships and bursaries for being too cool for his own good.
Graduate. I have heard that word for the past year of my life. It's been said in relation to me many, many, many, many times, and yet, it never occurred to me how important that word was until Grad. The exact moment my diploma was put into my hands, it hit me hard and forcefully. I was graduating. That's when I realized and knew that, without a doubt, I had graduated. It was unreal. I can't describe how I felt. Mixed emotions.
When it came time to throw the hats, I threw mine with all my might. It went high, blending in with the hats from my peers around me, and then it fell. I couldn't find it for a while, and I enjoyed that search. It was like trying to find myself all over again, and when I did I just stood there with it in my hands and stared at the white, lattice backboard - "Grad 2009."
Wow, that is me.
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for now, that is all I'm posting. There will be more later.
I just have so much more I want to post, and this is getting in the way of that.
Check back to this post later for more on Dry Grad and Prom.
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