Well, I’ve officially graduated from high school. And to be honest, I thought it would feel different. Better. More profound. But all I felt was bored and cold.
If I’m really being honest, the best part of the night was afterwards, when I saw Dylan and yelled “where the hell is my pen?” At least one of the issues I started this project over has been resolved. Resolved quite nicely, actually.
On an unrelated note, I’m not ashamed to admit my eyes watered when they forgot to call Bart’s name for the military students, and again when they did call his name while everyone got their diplomas. He should have been there.
Congratulations to all 2010 graduates, and good luck.
