Weekend Plans Post: High School Graduations
Way back when, in 2001, the first baby in our circle was born. Sure, babies are born all the time, but this baby was the first baby born to friends that Maribou and I hung out with regularly. We freaked out. We didn’t know what to do. So, of course, we started buying stuff. The baby will need books!, we shouted, and started rummaging for all of the childrens’ books from our own childhood to make sure that the kid grew up knowing stuff like “Elephants sometimes wear suits” and “sometimes monkeys need x-rays after they eat puzzle pieces”.
One of the things we did was go out to one of those Happening And Hip Baby Clothing Stores and buy almost identical Hawaiian print shirts and the only difference was the sizes: 0-3months, 3-6months, 6-12months, 1 year, 2 years, 3 years, 4 years, and 5 years. My goal for this was to have the kid ask, when he was 16 or 17 and looking through the childhood pictures, “why am I wearing the same shirt for 5 years in a row?”
Well, that kid graduated from high school this week.
As I was sitting there in the audience listening to the various vice-principals, principals, and superintendents offer bromides to the kids, I remembered all of the speeches I received at my various graduations… or, to put a finer point on it, I failed to remember pretty much any of them (well, with one exception). High school graduation? Nothing. I remember milling about in the gymnasium and sitting in the blue plastic chairs that were the same color as my gown… but I don’t remember the speeches at all. How’s about college graduation? Nope, don’t remember a thing. I don’t even really remember milling about. Maribou’s Master’s Degree? Nope, nothing.
I did pick up a fragment of my 8th grade graduation, though. The art teacher gave a speech about how we were all likely to be corporate drones in the future but we needed to hold on to some parts of our childhood. We needed to retain some of our youthful idealism. The line that came back regarded the day when we’d buy a car. We shouldn’t just pick a car out for what it can hold in the trunk or how fast it could go… we should look at the color and say that it was the color of the sky of a summer day that we enjoyed when we were children.
I guess “sky blue” was a popular enough color for a car back in the 80’s. I guess. (Then again, my car is technically the color of a sunset.)
And I thought about what I might write for a graduation speech, if pushed to do so, and how I didn’t remember anything from any of the speeches that I’ve been given, except for one line about how I needed to think about my childhood when I bought a car.
Most of the lines were stuff that are things best discovered organically. “Grownups are faking it. They’ve always been faking it.” See? That’s one of those truths that needs to be unearthed for oneself.
There were a couple of things that came to me during the happy graduate’s celebratory get-together. The first was when I was standing around with his dad and mom (both of whom I met when I was a senior in high school) and said something to the effect of “It doesn’t seem THAT long ago that we were doing this for us.” The second was when I asked the grad himself “What will you be doing in 26 years?” He confidently answered “Getting the Nobel Prize”. I told him “Yes, good… do that too, but what you’ll be doing in 26 years is *THIS” and I pointed to the hobnobbing grownups all there to celebrate his graduation. “Oh yeah…” he said.
It probably won’t stick. It wouldn’t have stuck for me. Some things you can only find out for yourself.
Which means that this weekend will be spent contemplating mortality and the circle of life and running errands and doing chores.
So… what’s on your docket?
(Featured Image is “Let’s go, let’s eat!” by Pavel Mishchenko. Used under a creative commons license.)
This weekend, we pack up the house for the move back to WA. The shipping containers get delivered tomorrow morning, and we have a bit of a moving sale this weekend to get rid of some older furniture that we aren’t going to bother trying to move across country. Sunday one of the Aunties flies in to help with Bug during this last bit.Report
Couldn’t stand the sun?Report
Hell to the no! The desert has a unique beauty to it, and cactus flowers are gorgeous, but I am done with scorpions, and pit vipers, and blazing heat, and the lack of proper trees.
I will miss the thunderstorms, and some of the lizards are neat, and baby quails are beyond cute.
But I miss real mountains and the ocean.Report
I’ll be spending the weekend at my in-laws’ farm, celebrating my wife’s birthday with her family. Contemplating mortality will definitely be on the docket.Report
Wife has her much anticipated week-long vaca for gardening, so I will be 23 skidoo for Saturday night, to give her some decompression time. So, its the big flea market in the south of the state! Also, its a town where an old friend relocated to.Report
Tomorrow night is Double-or-Nothing, the first PPV under the AEW brand. I will probably try to watch it, mostly to see Cody vs. Dustin (the sons of Dusty Rhodes) and Kenny Omega vs. Chris Jericho.
Sunday will be the last get together with my Houston gaming group. It will probably be an all day affair. We will play The Gods War, which finally arrived after lengthy delays (it was a Kickstarter project), and Cthulhu Wars if there is time. Soon I will be working on finding a new group, and I feel like my current group just got broken in.
Monday will probably doing some cleaning and prepping for the move. This is probably the last weekend that will be remotely relaxing for a while.Report
I hear you on the whole aging thing. We have the neighbor girl’s graduation–she was like two when we moved in. As I’m nearing the end of my 40’s I find myself doing the whole mortality contemplating a lot more.
I’ll probably do the first lawn mow on Sunday; it’s getting long, but we’re essentially high desert in Pueblo, so not as long as you might imagine. I’ve finished most of the design elements for the online course I’ll be teaching the second half of the Summer, so that will free up some time.Report
We are off tomorrow evening to Europe with the entire family plus MiL… ages 80 to 4… to do the last 100km of the French Way Pilgrimage of the El Camino de Santiago de Compostela. Will come back with a plenary indulgence and all the entitlements the compostela offers (assuming we finish)… so I’ll have all that going for me.Report