High School Graduations Ain’t What They Used To Be

mortarboardMy wife’s nephew graduated from high school last weekend, a joyous occasion all around, especially since his mother sat in a completely different part of the amphitheater. This meant that at no time before, during, or after the ceremony did we have to clench our jaws into a frozen and completely insincere smile aimed in her general direction.

While I was enjoying not clenching my jaw, I observed a few things about this ceremony that were just a tad different from the day I graduated from high school – which, although it was some 41 years ago, seems like yesterday. For instance:

At my ceremony, not one of the girls talked about how proud she was to be setting an example for her daughter by getting her diploma. If memory serves, the first girl to have a child in my high school class was actually married at the time. Notice I didn’t say, “the first girl to get pregnant.” We did not talk of those things in those days.

  • No one at my ceremony was dressed in an outfit that bared their midriff, the better to show off a pierced navel. The only time the word “pierce” was mentioned is when my classmate Matt got his diploma.
  • No one wore a jersey with the name and number of their favorite sports star. Everyone wore actual clothing appropriate for a graduation ceremony.
  • Family members arrived before it began and left after it was over. It wasn’t like a cocktail party that you dropped in on whenever it was convenient to your schedule.
  • When my high school’s principal asked that family members hold their applause until all the graduates had received their diplomas, family members held their applause until all the graduates had received their diplomas. At last weekend’s ceremony, no one made such a request and no one would have complied anyway.
  • No one brought a klaxon horn to blow at the mention of particular graduates. Last weekend, I couldn’t tell if we were celebrating or moving to DEFCON 2.

Some traditions were observed, I’m happy to say. Everyone seemed genuinely happy at being paroled from high school, an emotion that never really goes out of style. The whole switching-the-tassel from one side to the other went smoothly. The go-out-and-make-the-world-better mantra still reigned in a lot of the speeches, because apparently all these decades later, the world still sucks.

And kids keep growing up and getting older, which kind of sucks too.

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The Middle-Age Cranky blog is written by baby boomer Howard Baldwin, who finds the world, while occasionally wondrous, increasingly aggravating.
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4 Responses to High School Graduations Ain’t What They Used To Be

  1. Virginia says:

    I have to disagree that it sucks that kids keep getting older. As much as I adore my teenagers — who are both truly awesome and wonderful human beings — I would feel sad for them and myself if they had to stay teens forever.

    Also, graduation gowns cover a multitude of sins, including bare midriffs and pierced navels. And, based on recent experience, I’ve concluded that boring, cliche-filled speeches must have been invented to prevent proud parents dreading the inevitable departure of their children from bursting into uncontrollable sobbing.

    I did feel sorry for the visibly pregnant teacher who was tasked with climbing up and down the bleachers to confiscate air horns — always one blast too late to make any difference.

    Congratulations to your nephew, his parents, and to you for being part of his life!

    –Virginia, proud mom of another graduate.

  2. SR Newman says:

    I shared this with many friends. The best suggestion as to how to avoid everything you described was — mail the diplomas!

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