There is a good reason they call these ceremonies “commencement exercises.” Graduation is not the end; it’s the beginning. ~Orrin Hatch
The right photo sure can stir up sweet memories, memories meant for sharing. We would love to share ours with you. We invite you to join Imperfect Women for Throwback Thursdays. On special Thursdays throughout the year, we will be posting some of our pictures and memories from years past. We hope they will stir some of your own and that you will share them with us too. ~ IW
It seems like yesterday when I graduated from High School. In reality it’s been 18 years. Good grief, that makes me feel OLD! I didn’t have a care in the world back then. I was looking forward to a summer of freedom and getting into some trouble with my friends. I graduated from high school in 1995 from a small school near the Colorado River. My graduating class had less than 100 kids in it. Watching me get my diploma from the audience was my crazy family. We had quite the group – my mom, my dad and step-mom, grandparents, several aunts and uncles as well as my snotty little sister (featured in the picture with me) and my always-jerky cousin.
I got to walk with my best friend, Shannon. We met while registering for our Freshman year of high school and we’ve been friends ever since. I’ll remember feeling like the whole experience was surreal. I had made it through 4 wild years of high school. After all the hoopla, getting my diploma and taking a million pictures, the family all headed to a nice dinner to celebrate. Our family can be kind of crazy, so I’m sure we caused a scene and made too much noise. I only have a few more years before I get to experience graduation from the point of view as a parent. I’m sure that will feel surreal to me too.
As the spring of 1941 neared, my classmates and I were mostly concerned with the school year coming to an end. Then one day our principal announced that I had the highest grade point average of the class and was thus the valedictorian. One chore that accompanied this honor would be that of making a speech at our graduation exercises.
For this country boy to don his cap and gown and get up there was, to say the least, downright scary. Surrounded on the stage by my 25 classmates, I would be facing all of our teachers, many underclassmen who I knew well, all of our parents, our school board members, and at least a few local small town dignitaries who always showed up at events such as this…Click here to read the rest of this post.
Lily Looks Back…1981
Graduation meant freedom! I was so glad to be done with school. Save for a few kindhearted teachers, my school was, boring, religious, prison-like and I believe modeled after Lowood Academy in Jane Eyre. But, no more. I was done. I was thrilled to know I would never again have to sit twiddling my thumbs in study-hall.
Twenty eight of us graduated In the church where we had attended chapel every Friday. Some of us had known each other since Kindergarten. There were prayers, my solo, friends gave speeches, we moved our tassels as we received our diplomas. It was over. After recognizing the momentous occasion with our parents and family, we were ready for our party.
We drove around the local neighborhoods stealing “For Sale” signs and brought them back to stick in the ground in front of the school. After our wild and crazy senior prank we went to hang out at our classmate’s farm. It was all fun, we wouldn’t be saying our goodbyes til the end of summer when most everyone was going off to college. However, I was so grown up, I was to be married to my high school sweetheart in two weeks. That’s me in the newspaper wedding gown shortly before our graduation. Although the marriage didn’t last, I can’t say it’s the worse mistake I ever made. We were in love, ambitious and blessed with the ignorance of youth. We had good times and good friends. Looking back (from 32 years afar), I can appreciate what a special time it is when one is starting out in life choosing which responsibilities and path to take on.
Wishing the best of luck to the graduates of 2013, may your path in life be long and blessed!
40 years! That just can’t be so. Really, it was just yesterday.
I was from a small farming community and we had just 50 students in our class. I was a good student and a member of the National Honor Society. Those last few weeks were filled with lots of activities such as Senior Awards Night, Senior Breakfast and of course the non school sanctioned Senior prank and ditch day. Great fun and great memories.
We graduated in the evening and a party for me at my parent’s house followed for all of our friends and relatives. I came from a very large extended family so the party was massive. I had to slip out of that party to go the Senior Party later that night which was a kegger in Sandy Hollow at a well hidden cabin, or so we thought. Legal age back then for drinking was 18 and I did not turn 18 until later that summer. If memory serves me right, we were busted and the party ended way before we intended it to.
Although I liked high school and had many good friends, I was excited about moving on and going away to college. I was one of only a few students who was going on to college. Many of my friends had marriage, children and farming in their near future so I didn’t really have many people to share my excitement with. The summer of 73 was the last carefree summer that I lived at home and worked in the fields, went to the beach and hung out with my friends. It was a summer of excited anticipation for the intellectual and social freedom that attending college represented to me and I was not disappointed.
Want to participate? If you’d like us to publish your memories too, send a favorite picture from the past and share the memories it stirs for you to firstname.lastname@example.org. Let us know what year it is from, chances are some of us were around then too!
Our next Throwback Thursday will be June 13th and we will be featuring our Dads in honor of Father’s Day! We would love to have you join us.