There was a ninja at Ginger's graduation ceremony! Wowzers! —SparkNotes editors
I'm sitting home right now in my pajamas. My makeup is smudged, I smell like hairspray, I have no fewer than seven blisters on my feet from new shoes, and my stomach feels like it's about to explode because of the amount of food that is in it. I am utterly exhausted, watching Toy Story 3 trailers, and I refuse to move from this spot for at least the next hour. That's right. It's graduation weekend. In the wise words of Alice Cooper, school's out for summer. (I guess Toy Story 3 doesn't have anything to do with it. I can't wait to see it, though!) Here are some highlights:
Not having to listen to all 57 repetitions of “Pomp and Circumstance” because I am at the back of the line.
Watching my two favorite teachers don wigs and feather boas for the speech—they even quoted Mean Girls and sang a little of “I Gotta Feeling.” Nice job, ladies!
Listening to a rendition of “Wannabe” from another speechmaker. It was heartwrenching.
Playing volleyball with the entire senior class while waiting for our turn to accept our diplomas (a friend of mine snuck in 10 mini beach volleyballs under his gown).
Realizing that about five seniors had snuck in their Nintendo DS's and were playing Pokemon.
Best part of the day: after receiving his diploma, a kid ripped off his cap and gown to reveal a FULL NINJA COSTUME, complete with black facemask, and did a flying backflip/kick thing down the stage. COMPLETE AMAZING!
Only three people threw their hats. Rather halfheartedly. We don't know why everybody didn't join in—probably they were too busy playing Pokemon.
Not being able to find my graduation party because we rented a hall in town that I had never been to.
Getting to my party 45 minutes late.
Eating far too much food!
Being called a “fox” by my great-uncle.
Being called a “lovely girl who has a strong Christan base” by several other people. (My dad is a pastor, so everyone assumes that I am just like all other pastors' kids.)
Becoming thoroughly confused and suffering a minor identity crisis.
Getting home and buying $40 worth of music with my iTunes gift cards.
Counting my money. Isn't that what graduation is for, anyway? There is now a decent chance that I will be able to afford food during college!
Having the same conversation every 5 minutes:
Unknown Relative: “Congratulations!”
Me: “Thank you!”
Relative: “So, where are you going to college?”
Me: “[insert college name here], it's a small liberal arts college in the middle of nowhere. “
Me: “It's okay if you haven't heard of it. Most people haven't.”
Relative: “What are you going to major in?”
Me: “Haven't quite decided yet. Maybe History, Art History, Music, or even Physics.”
Relative: “Nice! Well, just pick what you love to do, and you'll be happy no matter what.” *meanders sneakily towards the food*
I had this conversation with my aunt once, except she told me to get the job that would get me the most money, no matter if I liked it or not. Comicbook guy says, “Worst. Advice. Ever.”
I apologize again to those who are still in school. I feel a little bit sorry for you.
Ginger's Song of the Week: My friend made me an unbelievably good mix CD for me, and this was on it. If you don't hate puppies, you'll probably like this song.
Have you had any awkward convos with your relatives at parties?