One of our neighbours graduated yesterday. She turns 19 this year. I was there when she was born and I can still remember that little girl. When her parents went away on holiday they always trusted me and her sister and when she was old enough to go out we took care of the downfalls.
My general opinion about graduation here is that it doesn't matter because you can fail every subject and still graduate, but I was so proud of her yesterday, and I feel so sorry for her now when she'll realise what life is really about.
Traditional graduation in Sweden starts with a champagne breakfast in the morning (class-wise), then a photoshoot and then the running of from the school.
Me and my friends just ignored our classmates and did one of our own - for a person who didn't drink (much) and didn't care it really was a great breakfast.
Once the breakfast was finished I got home, changed my clothes into a new-bought t-shirt, a very old skirt, new shoes and a cardigan I stole from my sister. My mom told me "oh, that won't look good - are you sure you wanna wear that?" and then told me "Oh, that's really nice!" once I put it on. Mothers.
I headed back to school after that wearing my incredibly ugly hat (a white peaked cap) and realised I knew an insane amount of people - I only speak with one of them today on a rather regular basis.
All this happened five years ago. I must've had a very funny life since, because that time really has flown right past.
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