Saturday, June 4, 2011

Speaking of Cliches

Graduation Day.  It's been four years in the making and finally decided to show up.  There were two ceremonies, mine in the morning at 10AM.  Standing around the gym for and hour saying hello to many faces I will never see again.  As my dad said, "The ceremony isn't for you, it's for the parents".  Valid point.  So I walked across the stage without pretending to trip or writing in a funny name on the reader card.  

I am not usually a negatron but I found all the speeches to be rather cliche with the usual Robert Frost quote, "Take the road less traveled" tacked on at the end.  I once had an English teacher tell me that Frost was not recommending the less traveled route because it was a lot of unnecessary work.  What if that road was a mere five feet from the more traveled road, running parallel for mile after mile until some sad day when the two paths inevitably reunite?  Would you applaud yourself for taking the one less traveled, the one more difficult, if it came to the same result?  What about the tangle of brier bushes that sat on the left of the path?  Why hasn't anyone told a graduating class to whip out their machetes and forget about paths?  That could be misconstrued but my point is that it seems odd that such a quote is cliche, almost ironic.
<<The reception>>
After the ceremony my little brother and sister made sure to eat my tuition's worth in dry cupcakes at the reception.  Soon after, the last few boxes packed in our suburban, we snapped one last set of pictures outside the house and hit the road to Letchworth State Park for a picnic.  My Aunt Carol had done a great job planning out the tableware and the food.  My mom had brought the Geneseo themed place mats and juice.  Overall it truly was a fantastic picnic: hotdogs, salad, fruit salad, potato salad, deviled eggs, and a deliciously frosted cake.  Everything in lime green, including the cake.
*Geometric Caps and Memory Relapse*
Kmegan