At my sister’s high school graduation, my dad and I brought air horns. Her friends got a little toot, my sister got a HUGE BLAST, and since our last name starts with a U, the last 5 or six people also got a nice blast to use the rest of the air.
True, there was a little speech at the beginning about last year’s supposed “debacle” and how we, and the students, should treat this day with respect and order. This was her last day in a public institution, she worked for this piece of paper, and the administration wants everyone to calmly sit and golf clap? Nah, don’t think so.