I survived my first full high school graduation. I got to be the buzzkill who helped catch the beach ball and I got hit in the mouth by a hat thrown in the air. A private first class surprised his sister after being away for a year, too. I saw several of my students in the stands/choir, so I'm glad I fulfilled my final duty up north.
Bonus fact: I skipped all three of my own graduations, but I did go late to one once. I was Bill's wingman in the pre-cell phone days. His girlfriend was graduating and he didn't want to be the lone bored guy in the stands.
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