June 28, 2013

Holy Eff, I'm old...

Yesterday, 5 minutes into my workday, the power went out (while I was all alone I might add - thank goodness for emergency lighting). I was expecting it to come back on within a few minutes. I waited, and waited, and waited... for SEVEN FREAKING HOURS. Yes, we went without power for 7 hours. And I felt like a flippin pioneer. No computer, no phone, no radio, no air conditioning. My cell phone was down to 10% battery so since its my lifeline  I ran my car for an hour while I was on my lunch break just so I could charge it. I seriously don't know how the pioneers did it!


In other news, it was 8 years ago today, on June 28 2005, that I graduated from OPHS. And that makes me feel really effin old. Add that to the fact that Monday marked only one more month until my dreaded 26th birthday and I feel like you might as well just get me a wheelchair

Anyways, enough about me bitching how my life is almost over. Here is how the graduation festivities work in O-town:

First comes Grad Picture Day where the Josten's Photographer leers at you and creeps you out. You take casuals, cap and gown photos, and then photos with your closest friends. 

My grad portrait. I'm so glad I never wore makeup in high school... said no one ever. What was I thinking?!

We don't have 'Senior Skip Day' instead we have 'Grad Rocks'. O-town is surrounded by valleys, so to get to O-town from the west you have to go up and down 'the hill'. On the hills next to 'the hill' is where all of the grad rocks are located. Each graduating class paints rocks shaped into their graduating year. Each year the grads skip school, go out to the hills, and drink paint their grad rocks. After grad rocks are over, and everyone has gotten drunk enough that they swim in the river that cows shit in, then its time for Grad BBQ. All the grads and their parents head out to one of the grads farms for a BBQ where all the grads pass out by 11. 

The guys got stuck with the job of digging the trenches for the rocks and the girls got the job of painting the rocks. I was to busy drinking to do any actual work other than be the official photographer of the day 

Our beautiful bright orange 05 rocks. The class of 05 is forever immortalized on the hills of O-town 

Then grad day comes around. We don't have a prom. We don't wear caps and gowns. Girls get a fancy dress for the occasion and the guys rent tuxes. We get beautified, get pictures taken, get drunk, then go to Grad Supper with our Parents. Immediately after Grad Supper we head to the community rink, where the Grad Ceremony is located. We do our grand entrance, sit on stage while speeches are made and awards are handed out. Then we exit the stage, where we are met by our escorts. We then proceed to do 'Grand March' around the rink. Then we dance once with our escorts, then with our parents and then its time for the party to start.  Everyone goes home, changes out of their grad attire, and heads out to grad party, located in a field on a farm of one of the graduating class members. That's when shit gets craay. Some of us may have already been  drunk by the time the grad ceremony rolled around, so partying and drinking until 4 in the morning might be a bad idea. Someone (definitely not me...) might have jumped on a guys back and beat him over the head with a to go mug for messing with her friend. There are some crazies out in this world, you really gotta be careful...

Before the drinking began
Right after our formal pictures we cracked the drinks open

With my BFF since Kindergarten, my sister from a different mister, J

My entire graduating class up on that stage. Only 34 of us. You know you're from a small town when...

Then its grad party time! The part the grads are always the most excited for

Check back in 2 years when it will be my TEN YEAR HIGH SCHOOL REUNION. You might have to talk me down from a ledge...

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