God no. It was so hot, I couldn't wait to get it over with. And I was happy that it's over. They awarded the best students. I got a crappy book with pink covers. Fuck that.
Dropped out when i was 18, adult re-entry didnt really seem worthy of going to the graduation. I missed my primary school grad. as well due to an over seas holiday. In fact at this rate, when i finish uni, i dont think i will go to a graduation event
I didn't go to it. Didn't go to my college graduation ceremony either. I felt it was alla bunch of bull. I spent all my time in school wishing I wasn't there, so why go there now that I didn't have to?
i didn't go to the college one. didn't see the point. but the high school ceremony was pretty awesome. it was the last time i saw most of those people.
I still have 4 great college friends that are an integral part of my life. 2 of them never finished, and the other two didn't go to the graduation bullshit either.
i was pretty ready to get outta there. i was only loosely interested in anyone but my own small circle, which i ended up having to leave behind to get outta my old relationship.
I had to think about it, and yes, I actually did. But it wasn't because I was sad to be leaving, this girl in our class died when we were 15 and she definitely would've graduated had she not been in that car accident. Anyway, we decided to leave a seat open for her "in memory" and sent a fancy invitation to her dad to come to the ceremony. I caught sight of him in the audience and the look on his face was just...tear jerking. It was so many emotions just bottled up into one expression. Seeing him out there made me cry, and when the 3rd in class did her speech about the girl that died (they were good friends), man, waterworks. I'm really just a big ol' sensitive pussy, I guess, because I wasn't even friends with that girl. I often couldn't stand her. But she definitely didn't deserve to die and suffer so much before she did. Teachers...I think most were really relieved to get us out of their hair. But my 9th grade world geography teacher came up to me all sad and hugged me and told me he felt our group was nearing the last of our kind (all the freaks that followed after us were freaky and socially degenerate. At least we could still hold an intelligent conversation, lol) and it made him sad that he wouldn't see us walking down the hall or fighting with lightsabers in the school yard anymore, lol. But I don't think he cried. Honestly, I think he was the only teacher I really talked to. Besides the resource teacher who came over to see one of my friends who had been in resource and already had graduated. She thought we were brother and sister the entire time I was in school, lol. But yeah...I guess that was it.
I went mine but I got my GED before my class graduated. It was hard to watch long time friends walk that walk and me in the stands. I should not have gone.
Yeah, I dropped out and got my GED too so I don't know what the fuck I was talking about. My memory is going... I didn't attend college graduation. That I remember! Some chick from Facebookland told me she saw my picture in a high school yearbook or somesin. I'm like, "Oh."
i'm pretty flattered to be remembered by the people who remember me, really. i was of the opinion that i was mostly invisible. by my senior year i determined on a way to start carrying on conversations with people. i was in awe of people who could carry on chit chat. to be honest, i still am. i never picked up the knack for meaningly conversations before then.
nope, I didn't want to go but they told me if I didn't go they would give me my diploma. I believed them.
I don't think I said a word throughout high school. I was mostly cutting and fucking my girlfriend in the park anyway. Actually, it was more like "fingering"
I prefer not to be remembered...I was infamous in school, everyone knew who I was because of something or other, I was insanely quirky. I wore a bindi on my forehead all through 9th grade, then in 10th grade, I went gothic (I went to a school with maybe 300 kids), in 11th grade, I was all gung-ho theatre and speech nut, and in 12th grade, I was one of the foxy seniors all the younger ones fawned over. 12th grade was AWESOME.
Gosh, what a pile of desperate shit people. School bureaucrats and teachers creep me the fuck out... worse than priests.
No. I couldnt wait to get out of dress shoes and hose. Fuck. I dont like being displayed on a stage. they made me sit there for like an hour. When we left, we went out to dinner to Pappas Seafood, I had lobster. lol Then we ate mushrooms and tripped balls for the rest of the night, came down on lotsa good weed and slept the next day.
as a heterosexual male, no i didn't cry. if any teachers did, i didn't notice, but they may have. i know the valedictorian did cry during her speech; but those were the only tears i was aware of. i wanted to cry at college graduation... sitting there for hours and hours listening to 50 different people go up on stage and beg for money while i was horrendously hungover..
I couldnt wait to get out of school either, but I did cry. My school was really small maybe 400 students from pre-school to grade 12. You get to know everyone and everyone gets to know you. I had some awesome teachers and the principal of my school is one of the smartest/coolest people I've ever met. My class was of 22 people who had been there for a long time. I had been in that same school since 1991 to 2004, so it was/is like family A lot of my teachers and our principal cried. They loved us.
I graduated early, so i didn't walk. I was going to come back and walk with my class, but after a year of college I just felt like I no logner fit in. I am kinda bummed I didn't walk. Wish I would have.
I was a cheerleader turned speech and academic decathalon geek. Speech guys were much nicer to be around than a bunch of catty girls!