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My high school graduation was in sweltering muggy heat during the areas largest cicada swarm in living memory. And because we were the children of upper middle class snobs, senators, and lobbyists, they had a ton of guest speakers and theatrics that was six hours long in our stadium. So there we all were, bugs as large as an entire thumb landing on us every other minute, dying in the swamp heat of the DC area under full sun in cheap vinyl gowns.
Erroneously, they gave us our diplomas three hours into it.
During this disaster, the usual pranks were done, including a few beach balls (all popped and confiscated), bubbles (confiscated), and confetti (confiscated). The valedictorian, sensing the vibe of the crowd, gave a very, very short speech.
"Fellow classmates, you didn't come here to hear me talk, so I won't. Happy graduation!" And he got off the stage. The principal, not a well liked woman, forced him back on to give the speech. "It's hot up here," he said. "But what are they gonna do? You already got your diplomas. Go home."
"WE GRADUATED!" someone shouted and tossed his cap.
"YAAAY" said a few more people, and tossed their caps.
Parents, confused and sweltering in the sun, started to get up. That was the tipping point, and suddenly EVERYONE tossed their caps. Parents came down from the stands, grateful it ended, but our principal got on stage, and did that nervous aggressive laugh, "OKAY. SIMMER DOWN NOW. WE STILL HAVE A WHILE TO GO AND SOME GUEST SPEAKERS... OKAY... IT'S NOT OVER...RETURN TO YOUR SEATS... OKAY I'M SER--", and someone cut off her mic.
No one could stop us. Even the teachers who tried to corral us back failed because we out numbered them 40 to 1.
We ended it on our terms.
