Commencement

I just graduated. Like, oh, 3 hours ago. It is strange to have graduated- strange because I do not feel strange. Just like I've been to a party, stayed out late, gorged, and am crashing at home. There was no tingling, no earthquake- just bright lights and royal blue gowns. It had much the same feeling as the Christmas Programs of old. Except the stage was much more state-of-the-art. It made one feel like he was participating in some choice piece of drama or somesuch. We even had a rehearsal, which was really a rather discouraging session. However, the actual ceremony went well, except for the attempt to combine the graduates, band and audience in a rendition of America the Beautiful. Each party had different ideas on the timing of the song. It got so bad, we were almost singing it as a round. Such is the curse of the school band though. Music has become stagnant in the old hallowed halls of the PC. Which I will never be in again as a student. Which, given a shade more contemplation, will probably get me sniffly. Although the school has done little to deserve a claim on my affections, it does. I imagine that the feeling is the same as that which people feel for their old junker cars- they miss them a little, even though they broke down every 3 miles, didn't have AC, and could only get the Spanish radio station. It's not about the defects- which are legion- but about the people, and the memories, and those wonderful old books in the school library. Funny how that works- how you can hate something so much while you have it, and then miss it when you don't. Defies logic. But now- BRING ON SUMMER!!!!!!!