My Senior year was one of venturing out, testing, and anticipation. All the while, it seemed pretty much as every other, previous year. Well, with one exception:

The only course I HAD to take was Senior English. I thought long and hard over the injustice of this. After all, I was forced to go through an ENTIRE SCHOOL YEAR, a year of MY life, JUST to take ANOTHER course in English! 

So, I slogged through the year, taking History, Social Studies, 3^rd year German, Phys Ed (again), and Men’s Chorus along with…Senior English. At the beginning of the year, I trooped downtown to Rich’s to have my senior portrait taken, just like (almost) everyone else. And, I really (secretly) had a good time (mostly). As the months pressed ever-too quickly to May and, from that point, the days dragged on toward the first week of June.

The Post Office delivered my invitation to join with my classmates in our Baccalaureate Service. This was held at Mt. Carmel Christian Church; Dr. Jack Ballard presided. We milled about in our gowns and caps and finally lined up as we were assigned. As with everything to do with graduation, the service flew by too quickly. 

A day and a night later, and we were milling about once again, beneath the gym where the ceremony—OUR ceremony—was to occur. Our parents and guests were finding seats contiguous to each other, and we were being instructed (again) in how the procession and proceedings were to proceed. There were, of course, grumblings and rumblings over censorship of the valedictorian’s and the class president’s addresses. Yet, we knew in our hearts of hearts that, some how and some way, the way would be found to confound the accused and accursed censors, and our ceremony would be, truly, ours. As would our now-cherished Diplomas.

Not really, though. We didn’t get our real diplomas to place in our already-received diploma covers until AFTER the ceremony and AFTER we turned in our caps and gowns. I mean, where’s the TRUST?

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