Graduation

    Well, I've finally graduated from high school. I don't think that it will really, fully hit me until I'm not there in the spring.
    When I got the gown, I thought that I would feel grand when trying it on. In reality, I felt fairly silly. You can definitely tell that this outfit was thought up in the Renaissance: no other time period would think of a mage's robe with a hat topped with a square.
    The actual graduation was fun. As is tradition--at least here--people snuck in beach balls and tossed them around during speeches. But one student this year had something a little more interesting: an inflatable phallus. When it flew up out of the crowd, the speaker finally said something. Unfortunately for her, that something was "You should just hold on to your balls."
    Afterwards was GradBlast, a bizarre event put on by a third party--I think. Basically, you go around playing carnival games to win funny money, with which you then gamble, and then exchange for raffle tickets for very dorm-oriented prizes (I, for example, won a "3-in-1 sandwich maker," which is really a sort of generic George Foreman grill). By the end of the night, the dealers stop caring (if they ever did), inflation runs rampant, the funny economy collapses, and they run out of tickets with you still holding BHS$50,000. Of course, the games and prizes are the fun part, and the main attraction, so no-one but the economics students notices.

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