So I graduated High School last week. No awards, no honors, no flowers, no fanfare, just a straightforwardly somber call of "Jonathan David Walker", followed by polite applause from 300 people I don't know, and a slow walk from the back row (where the rest of the members of my class who lost out in the alphabetical aspects of their last names sat), up to the podium, where I recieved an outstretched, mechanical right hand, and folder containing a voucher good for One (1) High School Diploma (just-as-soon-as-your-parents-pay-up-the-fucking-money-they-owe-us).
You'd think that after 4 years of hell, they'd cut some slack and at least let me see