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Some Traditional Things About Graduation That I Can Do Without

Updated on May 27, 2015
This graduate is now screaming, "At last! At last!"
This graduate is now screaming, "At last! At last!"
Graduation exercises at Bangkok Pantara School.
Graduation exercises at Bangkok Pantara School.

Thanks, Elgar!

Edward Elgar, (you will know him momentarily), probably sat down with pen, music sheet and started plunking and pinging his piano in hopes to pound-out a tune that would not only secure his place in human history, but English history. Elgar is the author of "Pomp and Circumstance" undoubtedly Elgar's biggest and only claim to fame.

His song favors a theme song for famous talk show hosts. A song that sets them apart from the pack. And to the many soon-to-be graduates proceeding into their graduation ceremonies, both in high school and college, Elgar's song, "Pomp and Circumstance," hopefully sets the graduates away from the pack. It didn't me, but that is another disaster.

Speaker takes a moment at Air Force Academy graduation.
Speaker takes a moment at Air Force Academy graduation.
The ideal graduation scene.
The ideal graduation scene.
Another grad from Bangkok Pantara School.
Another grad from Bangkok Pantara School.
This girl is chuckling at one of the pointless speeches all grads have to sit and endure.
This girl is chuckling at one of the pointless speeches all grads have to sit and endure.

Elgar's tune haunts me even today.

I heard this durge, errr, I mean, "march," by Elgar in May, 1972, on a hellishly-hot Friday night at Hamilton High School, Hamilton, Ala., (Pop. 12,390 est.), inside the school's brand-new gym courtesy of then-Governor of Alabama, the elegant Lurleen B. Wallace.

Commencement exercises intimidated me so much that I could not talk. Sweat, hidden from view underneath my mortarboard (graduation cap), rolled down my neck like someone holding a green garden hose on me. The white shirt and blue slacks underneath my 87-pound graduation robe was soaked to the thread. No worries. I wasn't going to pull the robe off until an hour and a half later. I had that going for me. My favorite teacher in my senior year was the late Rubel Shotts who spoke his mind as effective as a Tommy Gun. "Heck, (not what he really said) I don't care if you seniors go naked under those robes. You will be outta here after graduation and my responsibility for you has ended."

I did think about his proposal that evening as I dressed for one of the most-serious nights of my teenage life. And it was all serious thanks to our class sponsor, Mrs. Gladys Jennings, a prima Donna from years ago. She was caught in a time-draft where everyone spoke with perfect grammar and loved to exhibit manners. That, I admire her for. But as a teacher, are you serious?

Let's march . . .

Graduation at Dominican College.
Graduation at Dominican College.
The ol' "Sheepskin." This is what graduation is all about.
The ol' "Sheepskin." This is what graduation is all about.

I remember it well.

This was my first and last time to graduate high school or any other institution. For that, I am sad sometimes and sometimes happy. I might be bi-polar. No, I am not making fun. I have never been checked for this menacing affliction. (After this hub is published, I might check-in to tak with my good friend, Carole Moore, a brilliant therapist at the Behavioral Medicine Clinic in Tupelo, Miss.)

Let me talk about a few unneeded things that so-called experts say you gotta have to make a graduation complete. I am not being brash, just honest.

"The March."
"The March."
Happy grads,
Happy grads,
Tossing mortar boards.
Tossing mortar boards.
More happy graduates.
More happy graduates.
Montreat  University grads.
Montreat University grads.
These mortar boards look so well in the air.
These mortar boards look so well in the air.
Wow! The air is full of mortar boards.
Wow! The air is full of mortar boards.
A high school clique plans what college they will dominate next fall.
A high school clique plans what college they will dominate next fall.
This must be a private mortar board tossing affair.
This must be a private mortar board tossing affair.
This girl in the aviator sunglasses is hot.
This girl in the aviator sunglasses is hot.

The song, "Pomp and Circumstance" -- could be trashed for all I care. I wish we as a class had banded-together and asked for "Purple Haze," by Jimi Hendrix. We would have surely loved that beat and marched a bit swifter to the stage to get our "sheep skin." Okay. if Mrs. Jennings had balked and I am sure that she would, we could have chosen, "In-a-Gadda-Da-Vida," by Iron Butterlfly. It's slower and those of my class who were sneaking "weed" would have dug it. (Notice the 70's reference).

The graduation robes -- which I stated weighed an estimated 87-pounds. They were so heavy, thick, and hot, I swear that I saw my buddy, Rex McCarley, (his real name), look as if he were about to faint. I knew Rex very well and he was never this pale.

Speeches by: The Valedictorian; Class Poet, Class Historian, Class Grumbler and Class Prophet -- took up and wasted a lot of my time as I sat there forced to listen to all of them go on and on about things that were so not funny that a delerius person would have went stone-faced. Maybe cut each speech down to 20-minutes. That's it. No one was listening. Not even our parents and friends in the bleachers and folding chairs.

Diploma presentation -- should have been the first order of business. That was what we were all there for anyway. Plus, we got to shake the hand of our principal, Joe L. Sargent, who was a true legend to me. He deserved our respect more than Mrs. Jennings from The Victorian Age.

"86ing" -- the air conditioning and fans just for that one night was one of the biggest debacles we had ever endured. It was 87 degrees inside. Summer was about to be in full-gear and there we were bound-down in super-heavy robes sweating away the pounds listening to people who did not care about our school that much for none of the speech-makers even dared to mention how our class was fragmented into visible cliques. Naaah, these speech-makers had enough on them--having to make a speech while looking at the copy of the speech on the podium. Kevin Nealon would have loved this.


What Our Class Sponsors Should Have Done to Make Our Graduation Easier

  • Pass out cold water to keep us from dehydrating.
  • Keep the school band at home. We did not want to hear a couple of numbers by writers we never knew.
  • Let the graduation ceremony be held outside and later at night when it is cooler. Ahhh. I know why we were forced to sit in this P.O.W.-like atmosphere: Mrs. Jennings bedtime was at 8:30 p.m.
    Let Mr. Sargent make his remarks, give us our diplomas, and let us fellowship for what would be the last time for some of my classmates.
  • Have someone from the principal's office apologize to those in my class whom they falsely-accused of transgressions they allegedly commited during their time at my high school.
  • But no one dared to "shake the applecart," with new ideas about graduation. It was all about Mrs. Jennings.
  • All of this suffrage for someone who should have retired years ago.

Not fair then. Not fair now.

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    • kenneth avery profile imageAUTHOR

      Kenneth Avery 

      3 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Dear Dirt Farmer,

      I like it when I find people who are like me in some things--and the speech-makers are one thing graduations do not need.

      Boring speech + disinterested students = sheer boredom and that means a lot of feet scuffing the floor, coughing, butts squirming on the seats all for a lot of unneeded noise.

      Do away with or shorten the speeches for the sake of my friend, Dirt Farmer and myself.

      Good day, high school class sponsors.

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      Jill Spencer 

      3 years ago from United States

      I'm with you about all the speeches. Yikes! And sometimes the speaker introductions are just as long.

    • kenneth avery profile imageAUTHOR

      Kenneth Avery 

      3 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      DzyMsLizzy,

      Thanks a million for this delightful comment. I just got to tell you that your comments would make award-winning hubs. Honest.

      I wish I could have been there with the flautist and I bet that there were some comical remarks made under breaths, huh?

      I left out of my hub that on the back row of the section I was sitting, a guy named Randy Jackson, had a large Coke in the bottle and it was half Jack Daniels.

      Randy is our local undertaker today.

      Ahhh, good times. (Stephen Colbert).

      Thanks again and stay in touch.

    • DzyMsLizzy profile image

      Liz Elias 

      3 years ago from Oakley, CA

      HA! My own grad ceremony was not so bad; we were a fairly small class.

      I remember being so excited that I was to be finally FREE, that the evening rather went by in a blur.

      However, I do recall attending the commencement exercises of a family friend, and the worst part of the affair was the featuring of a solo flautist. She was very good, but the song she picked...I have no idea what it was, must've been written by a composer who did not know how or when to leave well enough alone.

      The piece went on, and on, and on...and when it would sound like it was winding down and about to end, the audience would begin to clap, and then, no--"tootley-toot," off she'd go again. I swear, that flute solo must've been 20 minutes long!! Or at least it felt like it.

      When it finally did end, the applause was loud and long, and I suspect, most were applauding not the girl or her talent, but expressing their thanks that it was over with at long last! I know I and my parents were. ;)

      Voted up and funny

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