This weekend was certainly a busy
one with it being a graduation weekend and Memorial Day as well.
My third-oldest niece, Ashley
just graduated from high school on Friday. At first, I was a bit hesitant to
attend assuming her graduating class was probably like 1000 students, but
because Hilliard has three high schools, the students are a bit more evenly
distributed, so it’s more like about 250 students.
The ceremony was held at the
Schottenstein Center, known by locals as “the Schott.” Darby High School got
the Friday night slot in the rotation this year, so that was nice, even though the
ceremony only lasted perhaps two hours. It was my first time there, so it was
nice to finally step inside and see it for myself.
We made sure to get there plenty
early. My niece, and her dad, who is on
the faculty (and was participating) at Darby arrived separately, so we didn’t
have to get there as early as them. Since seating is somewhat on a first come,
first served basis, we had plenty of time to find decent seats and were quite
pleased with them. In terms of being able to get decent pictures from where we
sat, that was less of an issue since my new Canon point ‘n shoot has a pretty
wicked zoom (but I probably should have made it more of a priority to study how
to best use the camera so I could have gotten better shots).
Having not attended a high school
graduation since that of my sister’s more than a quarter century ago, it was
interesting to see that not a whole lot has changed in this American tradition.
“Pomp & Circumstance” is still played as the students proceed in. The
addition of a color guard who march in with military precision and then sing
“The Star-Spangled Banner” is something I certainly don’t remember from my
graduation, though that doesn’t mean there wasn’t one; It was over 30 years
ago, so who knows?
I have to say I was really
impressed with all the speeches given both by the faculty and the students – so
much wisdom to impart; I actually jotted down a few notes myself. I only hope
the students were paying attention and heed some the many gems like: ‘Read
More,’ and ‘When you feel blessed you can’t feel stressed.’ One of my favorite
bits of advice comes from Christopher Robin, “Promise me you’ll always
remember: you’re braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and
smarter than you think.” Though, perhaps no one summed it up better than Hunter
S. Thompson, “Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of
arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in
broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly
proclaiming, ‘Wow! What a Ride!’”
One of the funnier parts of the
ceremony was the impromptu rendition of “Country Roads” performed by Darby’s
very own five-member boy band who seemed to surprise the principal with this
unplanned moment. I later asked my niece about the significance of the song
(which was supposedly their class song), and she said there really wasn’t one,
but it was still enjoyable nonetheless.
A shout-out should go to the
principal, Joyce Brickley, who made it a point to hug each and every one of the
more than 200 graduates. My parents were certainly impressed by that, as was I.
A shout-out should also go to the trio of Ashley’s coworkers from the Olive
Garden who not only attended, but made personalized t-shirts for the occasion
and brought visual aids as well.
Probably the best part of the
evening was the photo shoot afterwards as everyone vied for their turn to get a
picture with the graduate. I did slightly better here as I took enough
multiples that I was confident my success ratio would be higher. I also enjoyed
getting those unposed, off-the-cuff photos that will be the ones fondly enjoyed
later (I hope).
After the last photo was taken
and the sun slid behind the horizon, we made our way back home while we left
the young graduate to make some more memories with her friends on this most
special of evenings.
Congratulations Ashley and may
you have a bright future ahead filled with lots of happiness and adventures. In
the words of Mr. Miyagi, “Bonzai!”