High School Liberty

Painting my toenails with a very deep purple-pink nail polish was the hardest part I had to do yesterday. It was like putting make-up in a homosexual face that is traced with pimples and bumps over the years and had been working under the sun for too long, sunburnt with a reddish-black color. My own feet makes me hurl not because it has smell to it but because how ugly they look like--typical man's feet...or worse, monkey feet that even the slightest tinge of color cannot give justice to. And so, my battle for my feet insecurity continue as I reluctantly painted my nails with a bold color that looked drag-queeny soon after.

Yes, my graduation ceremony was yesterday with all the lameness you could possibly imagine. I managed to make myself look dignified with all the make-up I put myself under and a very cinnamony dress I bought at the mall for a bargain. My wonderful locks had to endure a seemingly good full cups of mousse, a European one for that, as it smelled nothing fruity the whole night--although it certainly had a smell. The chemicals was not able to keep my hair still and pretty, however and I blame the strong summer winds (the weather) for not always obliging to my wishes during special occasions. I ended up looking like I just got out of bed after the long procession of woop woops and toot toots that was akin to the star spangled banner only with proud people who could not contain their excitements for all the green and whites aligned identical to a church choir.

It was a death march with the infamous graduation song, I tell you. The program started with all of the graduates walking towards the grassy football field, welcomed with a good amount of our endearing mentors who supposedly witness us grow within four years. Was there any truth to it? Possibly, although a handful of the teachers wanted us to be out of there as soon as possible for I guess, I, for one had cause a tremendous amount of white hairs as I failed to awe them with my asian smartness telepathy. But I will miss some of my teachers too, especially the ones who believed that I can do so much more, had push me in the brink of despair, or completely made my days at that school a tad bit ironic. I wished I could have sugar coated my existence more and sucked up to them like blueberry lolipops--lickity lick lick, yum.

Having possibly 400 people out there brought me to another reality check: that even how we each want to feel special so badly, we are only a bunch of single grains in the shore amongst countless sands, some ready to take a plunge to the great big sea and others waiting for the waves to be taken away. My school's class of '07 was impressive..still is, although there are many other Harvard bound students out there, other Keekee's, and bunch of smart Erikas ready to compete in a more combative environment whether it be in the east coast or in my own LA backyard. Ironically, this graduation hasn't hit that many people. I think the heat had something to do with it yesterday as we all basically got bake with the culminating Valley weather. The thought of the dorky mortarboards dominated our brains and the long boring procession of getting our diploma cases killed our excitement all-together and thus, no teary-eyed--not even from a cry baby like myself. Although the drama will get around eventually, sooner or later.

After the last words from our Class president, we randomly threw our caps towards the sky, a true sign that we dreaded the mortarboards or we're captivated by the prime moment of being able to stick through in an ascetic 4 years of training.

It has been four special years and a special day while Taco Bell, the sudden stares from fellow male graduates who had never given me any look before, and friends hugging and sweeping me off my feet afterwards made yesterday definitely a seemingly wonderful ending for one of the most ridiculous chapters of my life. Thank You.


*picture was taken during Grad. Practice

Labels: Graduation, what nots

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