
Now they want to take that joy away by giving everyone a god damn trophy.

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I switched from part-time work to full-time work; it meant a lot to me.Hwen Hoshino wrote:Why celebrate the end of high school? It's meaningless.
Heck, I dropped out, and I still went to my senior prom, wore my uniform and everything, it was a big dance party/drunken cavalcade down at the Harbour Castle Hilton, and there was a whole luxury suite of debauchery going on upstairs too, loud music, dancing, booze, dope, girls prancing around in their underwear, what's not to like, when you're 18?Hwen Hoshino wrote:Why celebrate the end of high school? It's meaningless.
I am sure you could not have handled the transition if there was no ceremony.Alexander PhiAlipson wrote:I switched from part-time work to full-time work; it meant a lot to me.Hwen Hoshino wrote:Why celebrate the end of high school? It's meaningless.
I did not attend the ceremony, I went to work instead. Later I received my diploma in the mail (they don't give you a real sheep-skin anyway); as well as my first scholarship check (they used to give you those for scoring very high on your SAT.) When I got my first college degree, I was playing Pomp and Circumstance, sotte voce in the pit orchestra as they repeatedly mispronounced my name to hand my my awards and fake diploma. I didn't don the mortar board and robe for my second (third) degree either. Nor did I pay any fees to join the various honor societies to which I was accepted, though there is a picture of me in one yearbook's chess club.Hwen Hoshino wrote:I am sure you could not have handled the transition if there was no ceremony.Alexander PhiAlipson wrote:I switched from part-time work to full-time work; it meant a lot to me.Hwen Hoshino wrote:Why celebrate the end of high school? It's meaningless.
Graduations are for your family, not you.Alexander PhiAlipson wrote:I did not attend the ceremony, I went to work instead. Later I received my diploma in the mail (they don't give you a real sheep-skin anyway); as well as my first scholarship check (they used to give you those for scoring very high on your SAT.) When I got my first college degree, I was playing Pomp and Circumstance, sotte voce in the pit orchestra as they repeatedly mispronounced my name to hand my my awards and fake diploma. I didn't don the mortar board and robe for my second (third) degree either. Nor did I pay any fees to join the various honor societies to which I was accepted, though there is a picture of me in one yearbook's chess club.Hwen Hoshino wrote:I am sure you could not have handled the transition if there was no ceremony.Alexander PhiAlipson wrote: I switched from part-time work to full-time work; it meant a lot to me.