High School Graduation

So. My high school graduation, hm?

Let me first say I cling to normalcy with every shred of my being. I dislike drastic changes, and I avoid them whenever possible.

I wouldn't claim my high school years as the best of my life, but it was familiar. And because it was a tiny high school, I knew practically everybody, teachers and students.

Whatever year I was in, the class sizes I think topped ten students only ever when we were combined with other grades. My graduating class was seven people, including me; I had known three of those six classmates since middle school at least.

Also, I got along with everybody. Teachers and students. There was some conflict here and there, of course; but are you starting to get a picture of why I didn't want to leave?

Anyways, there could only be one thing worse than graduation itself, and that would be if I had to give a speech.

Well, guess what?

I had to give a speech.

Okay, enough background info, I suppose. Brace yourselves for next time.