Our high school had its graduation last week. It was a lot of fun, and I’m glad I went to the banquet in the evening. It is one of those things that only happens once, so I definitely had a memorable experience. It wasn’t perfect, but it was pretty damn great at that.
The ceremony was kind of boring. Whenever you have over six hundred students graduating, I suppose that’s to be expected. Still, it was cool seeing everyone in their gowns and graduating as a whole. A group experience, I might say.
The banquet was a lot more enjoyable. It was a lot of fun seeing everyone dressed up. The weather held out, so that was nice too. The food was alright, but that’s not what we were going for, I guess. I wish it wasn’t so, but I was too shy to dance. However, I had a lot of fun taking pictures with all my friends; I certainly got a lot of pictures to help me remember high school with. Actually, that takes me to my main point.
I’m heading out for university next year, so I knew I’d miss my friends. What I didn’t know, however, and what the banquet helped me realize, was how much I’d miss them. And am I ever going to miss them a lot. A lot. So, so much. They made high school the great experience it was. If this doesn’t come off as very emotional, my writing needs improvement, because the emotions are hitting me hard right now. I hope I stay in touch with all them. I got reflective heading back, a bit depressed. It sounds corny to repeat it, but damn I am going to miss them so, so very much. Feels bad.