The Bizarre Adventures of 6/10/06: Graduation Day.
Yesterday somehow mangaed to be both frustrating and amusing, as wonderful as it was heartbreaking. One of those days you'll remember forever, despite wishing you could forget certain parts of it.
Let's start at the beginning: the tale of "How VJ Had to Break Into the Verizon Center." Well, not really. Just kinda. So, I get to the Verizon at 10:50 AM, because I'm the offical NHSS photographer. It's pouring rain, and I'm wearing a white skit. Variable #1 in the dilemma of eccentricity that was my day. I walked in the front door, all the way down to the floor, and then realized I was supposed to go in the BACK door, with the graduates. So I go back outside, walk around the Verizon Center--in the rain, with my white skirt--and make my way to the back door, where I am told by a rather large security guard that since I'm not a senior, I can't get in that entrance. So, once agian, I walk back to the front of the Verizon Center, my skirt becoming more transparent by the minute. I walk all the way down to the floor, where I spot Provench and Mrs. Bernard, so I heil them and ask for their help. Mrs. Bernard runs off to find Peif and to tell security to let me in. By that point, there were about 10 teachers yelling at security for not letting me in the door, which was a bit uplifting. Then, I'm told to go up into the control room and wait for Pfeif. So I do. Once I make it up there, I'm told to go back down and meet Mr. Pfeiffer on the floor. So I do. Once down there, security leads me around the floor to backstage, where I'm told that, oops, my name actually was on the list to begin with, so sorry about the misunderstanding.
Its events like these which make me cherish my ability to inner-monolouge every situation.
South Graduation was beautifully sad--I cried, and I'm not even graduating. In an unusual twist of events, Andy Krom gave what was possibly one of the best speeches I've ever heard--and I say that non-sarcastically. After South's graduation, Lauren B., Learose,and I ran (in the rain) across the street to this twisted, kickass retro place called Dave's Cosmic subs where we mangaged to consume our lunch in exactly 7 minutes. Then, we ran back to to the back entrance of Verizon to tape North's graduation.
North's graduation was a bit different from South's. For one thing, Northies don't seem to like cameras. At all. At South, people where jumping in front of the camera, which made the job amazingly fun. Getting the North graduates to smile was like pulling teeth. With tweezers. Dull ones. Unfortunately, I had to leave North's graduation after the procession to go to Matt's party, making me feel like the world's biggest shit. Matts was fun; after Matt's I was going to go over somebody else's house, but my parents didn't want me going out again, which made me feel like World's Biggest Shit x 2 because I'd promised said person I'd try to make it over later.
Around this point in the day, I started reflecting back on some people I saw at graduation, and suddenly I was smacked in the face with the Friday drama (with a capital D) I'd been supressing. Basically, the short of it is: it's my fault. And there's no getting around it. I KNOWINGLY put myself a situation where something like that would happen, and somewhere along the way, I became a lot less then what I used to be. I don't know if I can fix it. But I'm gonna try.
To everyone who graduated yesterday: May these years NOT be the best years of your lives. May the best be yet to come.
Let's start at the beginning: the tale of "How VJ Had to Break Into the Verizon Center." Well, not really. Just kinda. So, I get to the Verizon at 10:50 AM, because I'm the offical NHSS photographer. It's pouring rain, and I'm wearing a white skit. Variable #1 in the dilemma of eccentricity that was my day. I walked in the front door, all the way down to the floor, and then realized I was supposed to go in the BACK door, with the graduates. So I go back outside, walk around the Verizon Center--in the rain, with my white skirt--and make my way to the back door, where I am told by a rather large security guard that since I'm not a senior, I can't get in that entrance. So, once agian, I walk back to the front of the Verizon Center, my skirt becoming more transparent by the minute. I walk all the way down to the floor, where I spot Provench and Mrs. Bernard, so I heil them and ask for their help. Mrs. Bernard runs off to find Peif and to tell security to let me in. By that point, there were about 10 teachers yelling at security for not letting me in the door, which was a bit uplifting. Then, I'm told to go up into the control room and wait for Pfeif. So I do. Once I make it up there, I'm told to go back down and meet Mr. Pfeiffer on the floor. So I do. Once down there, security leads me around the floor to backstage, where I'm told that, oops, my name actually was on the list to begin with, so sorry about the misunderstanding.
Its events like these which make me cherish my ability to inner-monolouge every situation.
South Graduation was beautifully sad--I cried, and I'm not even graduating. In an unusual twist of events, Andy Krom gave what was possibly one of the best speeches I've ever heard--and I say that non-sarcastically. After South's graduation, Lauren B., Learose,and I ran (in the rain) across the street to this twisted, kickass retro place called Dave's Cosmic subs where we mangaged to consume our lunch in exactly 7 minutes. Then, we ran back to to the back entrance of Verizon to tape North's graduation.
North's graduation was a bit different from South's. For one thing, Northies don't seem to like cameras. At all. At South, people where jumping in front of the camera, which made the job amazingly fun. Getting the North graduates to smile was like pulling teeth. With tweezers. Dull ones. Unfortunately, I had to leave North's graduation after the procession to go to Matt's party, making me feel like the world's biggest shit. Matts was fun; after Matt's I was going to go over somebody else's house, but my parents didn't want me going out again, which made me feel like World's Biggest Shit x 2 because I'd promised said person I'd try to make it over later.
Around this point in the day, I started reflecting back on some people I saw at graduation, and suddenly I was smacked in the face with the Friday drama (with a capital D) I'd been supressing. Basically, the short of it is: it's my fault. And there's no getting around it. I KNOWINGLY put myself a situation where something like that would happen, and somewhere along the way, I became a lot less then what I used to be. I don't know if I can fix it. But I'm gonna try.
To everyone who graduated yesterday: May these years NOT be the best years of your lives. May the best be yet to come.