Wednesday, 21 March 2007
My mum thinks it's ironic that while my sister was at school, she never handed anything in on time, and yet, when it came to her graduation, she had it in the moment the forms came to her. Then there's me, who always did everything on time because it seemed like the easiest thing to do, and now, today, the 21st of March, I find a form at the bottom of my pile of things-you-have-to-get-around-to-looking-at, saying "due by February 2nd", "confirmation of receiving an award". On the 3rd of May, 2007, people I know will be wearing stupid hats and dressing gowns, receiving awards, while I will not be. I will be "in absentia".
Does this worry me? Yes and no. I've been to a graduation ceremony before, I know how central they are to dullsville. But, if I'm honest to myself, I have to say there was a little part of me that wanted the boring ceremony simply to say that I had done it.
I've done this before. In year 11, I was a debutant simply because I knew that if I didn't wear the puffy white dress and be "pronounced into society", a part of me would regret it. Back then there was a part of me that saw it as a chauvinistic and outdated ritual that should be banned, but on this occasion, my need to tick a box on the list of "ceremonies you're supposed to go through in life" won over my stubborn side.
Today though, I found a form telling me I wouldn't be ticking my graduation box, and part of me thinks that I may have forgotten on purpose.
Part of growing up is realising what's important to you, and I'm starting to realise that attending a stereotypical life's ceremonies isn't up there for me anymore.
When I find out what is, I'll let you know.
Until then, I'm happy being exhibit A for "irony" to my mother.
Does this worry me? Yes and no. I've been to a graduation ceremony before, I know how central they are to dullsville. But, if I'm honest to myself, I have to say there was a little part of me that wanted the boring ceremony simply to say that I had done it.
I've done this before. In year 11, I was a debutant simply because I knew that if I didn't wear the puffy white dress and be "pronounced into society", a part of me would regret it. Back then there was a part of me that saw it as a chauvinistic and outdated ritual that should be banned, but on this occasion, my need to tick a box on the list of "ceremonies you're supposed to go through in life" won over my stubborn side.
Today though, I found a form telling me I wouldn't be ticking my graduation box, and part of me thinks that I may have forgotten on purpose.
Part of growing up is realising what's important to you, and I'm starting to realise that attending a stereotypical life's ceremonies isn't up there for me anymore.
When I find out what is, I'll let you know.
Until then, I'm happy being exhibit A for "irony" to my mother.
# posted by Hil : Wednesday, March 21, 2007
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