Surprise?

I spent the last week wondering if graduation would be uplifting or depressing. Turns out life threw me a total curve ball: my family succeeded in irking me beyond belief and making it possibly the worst graduation I've ever been to. And I went to one while I had chicken-pox, so that's pretty bad. You know life's out to get you when your family members are big enough assholes to make you feel bad about yourself on the day of your graduation.

But the fireworks were nice. And Mrs. Logan's pronunciation disability was funny.