The Day of Graduation (Not Mine)

well. today, as a freshman in the band, i was required to go to the high school and sit on my ass in the burning sun for hours and hours. of course, being me, i wore all black. long sleeves, long pants. my mistake, but whatever.

my brother, eric, is/was in the class of 2008, so he graduated. i cheered for him when he got his diploma, but do i get any thanks? no. i waited around for him in the commons, and when he saw me, he just shoved his tie in my hands, said "danielle, take this home," and walked away. well, that's okay.
today's been kind of cool. i saw an old friend, hugged a friends brother on several occasions, and got a hug from mr. hucke. every time i see mr. hucke, i tell him "i don't know you, but i love you," so he's come to expect it. we were both at a grad party, and as hucke was about to leave, he looked at me expectantly and did a little girly-wave, so of course i said it. but i wasn't expecting him to laugh and give me a hug! brilliant.

it's kind of weird to think that i've only got three years before i'm going to be the one graduating. my little brothers will cheer for me, and i'll be rude to them if they want to say good-bye to me. i'll be one of the students who is not given an award, and one of the very few who is truly hurt by that. but i know it's up to me, really. i haven't started out very well, but with a little extra effort, maybe i could do alright. i could certainly get back into theatre, that's for sure. one of my teachers is constantly nagging me about joining speech team. maybe i'll listen to him next year. maybe i'll even do musicals and shit.

nonetheless, i think it'll be weird without my brother around to be a complete asshole. he's only staying at our house for a couple of weeks and then he's out of here. well, here's to you, eric. i hope you don't regret not going to college.