June 6, 2006

Mark of the Beast

My sister was originally planned to graduate from high school this evening. Well, I think technically she automatically graduates after her last final, but the ceremony was later that night. It's always been the first Tuesday in June, with Monday being delegated to make-up finals and cleaning out lockers and stuff like that.

However, at the beginning of the school year, a group of parents got together and formed a committee dedicated to changing the date of graduation. They wrote angry letters to the board, created a fuss at the open-house in September, and threatened a lawsuit in an article written by the local paper, on the grounds of 'religious persecution.' Now, I'm no legal scholar or anything, but that sounds like a flimsy lawsuit.

However, they won out in the end, and my sister will graduate on Thursday instead of today, 6-6-06. She thought it was cool, and thought that it would mean that her class would be hell-fire, and it would be more symbolic of the power they would have as they went out into the world, with daemonic fury conquering their obstacles and whatnot.

I guess she'll never find out.
Here lies a most ridiculous raw youth, indulging himself in the literary graces that he once vowed to eschew. Now he just rocks out.