The Graduation Aftermath...and My Parents Suck
I just got back from graduation; luckily, none of my graduation day fears came to life. I graduated with my name being pronounced correctly, with plenty of applause, and most importantly, without falling down! It was strange...when people graduate, you always hear things like, "Oh, I was so sad because I realized I'd never see these people again," or something of that nature. But strangely, I felt nothing of the kind. I actually felt fine. I mean, when I first got to the auditorium, I was nervous. By the time we sat down, I was just excited. And hell, by the time my name was about to be called, I just wanted to get it over with. And I did; and now I'm a high school graduate :). I didn't think I'd be excited about it, but I am. Yeah, now I can have any job that involves a paper hat.
But this was NOT the greatest night of my life, thanks to my parents. I'll put it this way: Shouldn't an 18-year-old person who's just graduated from high school and has never missed curfew in her life be able to stay out later than one o'clock in the morning? Yes, you read it right: my unreasonable and God-awful parents would not let me stay out past one o'clock in the morning when I told them I was going out tonight. I'm sorry, but if I write any more about this tonight, I'll just piss myself off even more than my parents already have.
Oh, but trust me; this curfew business will be fixed.