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For Comic Relief: Evan: 06!!! (what our black class president says ) Me: You can't do that, you're not black Evan: Dad! Curtis says I'm not black! This is the worst day ever. Dad: No, you're not black. You're Mexican. Evan: YAY! Now when I'm old enough for my licence I can park on the grass. And I'll pretend I don't understand you when you're speaking and I'll go get a crappy job. On a Serious Note: I graduated tonight. Murrillo's speech actually made me cry. And that's saying a lot because I don't cry easily (despite what you may think, and despite that I've been crying a lot lately...my natural instinct to sad things is much less appropriate). He's the first person who has talked about Scott that I've agreed with. He left out G-d or any "this was how it was meant to be" nonsense and just put it how it was. I graduated 10th in my class which means I got a lot of special attention and awards and goodies. It also means I sat next to the empty seat and watched his sisters walk as the rest of us held down our hats. This past week I've been to his house, his grave, his church, his classes, his accident site, and I guess this is the last place we get to say goodbye to him. The last place it really stares us in the face. His family has an empty place at the dinner table. His family has no more children in highschool. Murrillo put it best. Life is unfair. Life is unpredictable. Life is pulchritudinous. On a happy note: My brother made sure he would be off work in time to see me graduate. So did my dad, he paid a lady 75 dollars to watch his class. On a sad note: Mrs. Alley is retiring apparantly. I wish I could have had certain people there to watch me graduate and eat dinner with my family. I could really use a kiss. Actually, that is Murrillo quoting Scott. The last one.