Fifteen years ago today I graduated from high school. At once it feels like it was simultaneously fifty years and five minutes. I guess that means I’m old and delusional.
I should have lots to say on this, but the best I can come up with is a strange dazed feeling. It feels like a motion blur has been Photoshopped around my memory of the day. Everything seemed to happen very quickly and then suddenly it was over. Or maybe it’s just been that long ago that my memory itself is just fuzzy. It’s one of those things that simultaneously feels like it was fifty years and five minutes ago.
The actual graduation is the thing I remember the least. I have a vague recollection of being on stage and listening to the different speeches. I distinctly remember the keynote speaker talking about baby poop while simultaneously boring the entire auditorium into a stupor. Mostly I remember the huge party my father threw me at my grandparents’ house, which seems to be a memory set on fast-forward in my mind because I only recall it in various chunks that seem rooted in whomever I was with at any given time.
My post-high school achievements weigh more heavily in my personal list of accomplishments. So, perhaps that is why the actual span of time seems to be the emphasis in my mind right now.
Which is to say, I feel incredibly old in this moment.