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Post by School Receptionist on May 19, 2013 16:36:03 GMT -5
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Post by Zachary Jay Garski on May 19, 2013 21:37:34 GMT -5
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Yay Zach you graduated no one thought that would ever happen.
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Post by ALEXANDER CHRISTOPHER GRAHAM on May 19, 2013 21:43:25 GMT -5
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[/div] Alex waited until his name was called, then stood up and made his way across the stage. Sighing, he took the diploma, shook hands, changed his tassel to the other side. He paused to smile out to the crowd in case his annoying mother wanted a photo before walking off because thank god he's done. I’m not some boy that you can sway, tagged words notes
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Post by Melissa Anne Phipps on May 19, 2013 21:58:14 GMT -5
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you were my picket fence,
She tried her hardest to pretend she was graduating with her friends, the ones she had been promised she wouldn't have to say good bye too. Every time she opened her eyes she was reminded that she wasn't, and that no amount of pretending would fix it. Sighing, she made her way across the stage when she heard her name, fumbling with her diploma as she changed her tassel over to the left (who even made this ritual?). Smiling over and thanking who had handed her the diploma, she made her way across the stage - onward to the rest of her life that was finally in her control not her parents.
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Post by griffin axel vaughn on May 21, 2013 20:47:56 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #a3b59d solid 10px; width: 450px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;]This is how you remind me creditstemplate by irish! When Griffin had agreed to go to this school, which was obviously not a place that he belonged in, the only requirement he'd been given was to graduate. There was nothing said about going through the graduation ceremony. Considering how he had no family here, and even if he did, they wouldn't have bothered to come to a graduation ceremony, it was entirely pointless for him to attend. He probably could have, and should have, notified the school of this decision, but that was far too courteous for Griffin. He wanted nothing more to do with the school than he already had. for all he cared, they could toss his diploma in a fire pit, though the more likely scenario was that they would just mail it to his uncle. He'd done what he had come here to do, and beyond that, he had no obligations to the school.
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Post by dominik ramirez collins on May 22, 2013 15:51:29 GMT -5
[classy=head] graduation [STYLE=float:left; width:379px; background-color:#F4F4F4; opacity:0.7; filter:alpha(opacity=70); height:150px; overflow:auto; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; color:#7A7A7A; text-align:justify; padding: 8px]Dominik waited patiently for his name to be called, his life was all uphill now. He had recovered for the most part from the old and dark days, and he was back on his feet. He had a new life, a new girl, hopefully too. But that was beside the point, he continued to wait until his name was called. There was applause, and he took his diploma, waiting patiently as there camera's flashing, which he knew were his families.
After the slight pause, he walked off the stage, smiling to himself, now it was one step back, and two forward.
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Post by chloe grace wilson on May 23, 2013 13:04:39 GMT -5
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Woohoo! Graduation!
Chloe was hella excited. She loved making plans and heading onto higher education would not be any different for her. Her entire family were there in the stands. Her brother had flown in from New York for the weekend and they were all going out to dinner to celebrate that evening at a swanky restaurant in town. Sat in her seat, she chewed on her lip nervously as student after student rose to cross the stage, shake hands, get their diploma and leave. The blonde had had a week full of sleepless nights and when she did manage to nod off, she suffered nightmares of her tripping over in front of everyone.
Her head snapped upwards as she joined the line, shuffling forward and as her name was called, her heart flipped. Before crossing the stage, she took a deep breath. Through the polite applause from other people's students, she head a distinct whooping and hollering from near the back; she couldn't take her family anywhere.
Taking her diploma, she grinned as she shook hands, turning towards the crowd and lifting it in the air above her head triumphantly, garnering a few laughs and even louder cheers from her father. His voice was booming anyway but she could easily pick him out. Filling full of hope and excitement, she quickly left the sage, jogged down the steps and threw her arms around one of her friends in a hug. we take back everything we said about you. |
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Post by Brooke Roselyn Danforth on May 29, 2013 8:54:51 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 101010; border-top: #262626 solid 10px; border-bottom: #262626 solid 10px; width: 510px; padding: 10 5 5 5px;]i'm feeling sexy and free, like glitter's raining on me, you're like a shot of pure gold, i think i'm about to explode, i can taste the tension like a cloud of smoke in the air, now i'm breathing like i'm running cause you're taking me there, don't you know you spin me out of control rock my world into the sunlight, make There had been a time this week where Brooke had thought that she might not have graduated. Then again, she might not have even survived the past week, considering what had happened. The car crash, finding out that Fallon was literally out trying to kill her… well, you couldn’t blame her for being at least a little worried about that. She hadn’t even been sure if she could take her finals, but she’d managed it, and now here she was, at the graduation ceremony.
Walking up when her name was called – slowly, and somewhat painfully, thanks to the few fractured and bruised ribs that had been a result of the car crash, and to be honest her head still hurt a little as well – she received her certificate, managing to escape the usual mandatory handshake thanks to the cast that covered one arm and the fact that she only had one free hand to actually take her certificate properly, stopping momentarily to smile nicely at least once for the camera her mother had in her hand, and pulling an obligatory face at her brother for the next shot, and then she was off the stage. this dream the best i've ever known dirty dancing in the moonlight, take me down like i'm a domino, every second is a highlight, when we touch don't ever let me go, dirty dancing in the moonlight, take me down like i'm a domino, you got me losing my mind, my heart beats out of time, i'm seeing hollywood stars |
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Post by Jacob Alexander Wayne on May 29, 2013 8:56:20 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 101010; border-top: #262626 solid 10px; border-bottom: #262626 solid 10px; width: 510px; padding: 10 5 5 5px;]i had the way i loved you from just under my breath was a constant reminder that what beat in my chest wasn't mine anymore i guess, you swore the sun you'd never do this again, let down your guard and leave here more than a friend there was a fire there could be one again because i won't let you burn out tonight After everything that had happened over this past year, making it to the graduation ceremony was probably more than just the achievement of graduating high school, in Jake’s case anyway, and all of his friends and anyone else who had been affected by everything that had gone on. But now everything was over, that chapter of his life had ended and now this was the signal of the start of the next one, even if there was that feeling that he wanted to have his senior year over, without all of the crap that had happened during it, without anyone dying, or any of the other stress he’d had to deal with, so that they could all go be normal teens journeying through their senior year. But he couldn’t, and all they could do was go forward from now.
Walking up to the stage when his name was called, he accepted his certificate, turning to look at his parents for a photo, like his mother had asked him to, although he knew that wouldn’t be the end of the photographs from here, he would probably have to spend at least the twenty minutes after the ceremony had ended to pose for photos with all of his family members – and by all of them, he meant all of them, since they were all here for Brooke as well – and whatever friends happened to be there, or just whoever wanted photos. and you be the reason, i'll be the rhyme you needed something you could hold with your hands, something rebellious that you don't understand, something that you were sure we'd never remand, won't you please clue me in on the plan, because i won't let you burn out tonight, let's just stay here, don't breathe, ignite |
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