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Friday, May 17, 2002 Marvin's Graduation It rained. But ten minutes before the ceremony, the drowning stopped. With the water dripping from the edge of my dress to create fleshy streaks down my white hose, I watched at the top of the stadium as lines of square cardboard with tassels paraded out to wet chairs. I listened to the hyperactive valedictorian and at the end, the cheerleaders singing the alma mater out of tune and out of rhythm. I wondered about a lot of things. Like why I didn't bother to learn the alma mater. Like why no one recognized me (I swear I didn't change that much over four years--I can prove it with pictures). Like why I felt so detached from the event, why I didn't understand why so many people thought this was such a great deal. Perhaps I didn't understand because that little scrap of paper declaring the completion of secondary education never really changed my life that much. Even though I was never close to anyone then, no soap opera dramas or memorable triumphs, I wonder what happened to those I had gone to school with. We exchanged wastes of ink and paper, thinking we would e-mail, but never did. A teacher mentioned that someone from my class had come back looking thirty years older. What trauma did he endure? What trials did everyone else have to go through? I have no doubt that a mere four years have changed them. But did I change? Stress is a factor for change--I'm no longer as gung-ho. Maybe I'm a little more practical. I don't care so much about what others think of me. And maybe this carelessness, this apathy, removed me from the cheering, clapping crowds. Links: Pepsi Blue Blog. For all those people coming here looking for Pepsi Blue info, I had none. Just a link. But I do have an opinion about blue Powerade. Don't drink it unless you don't have any other option. Meanings of Meow. Or like my Dad jokingly says, "Maybe the aliens made them do it." [posted by S. Y. Affolee on 10:42 PM : ]
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