It's the thing we've been waiting for all this time...
Brace yourself for the awesomeness.
I will make this happen. We'll film it with my mom's iPhone. It will be magical. And about a debate tournament. Moving on to the point of this post.
My brother was a senior this year, and thus graduated. So we had a party. We also celebrated three other peoples' graduation, but whatever. The point is there was a party. And it was fun. And that's all I'm saying on the subject.
Just kidding. That would be a totally lame post. Well, not totally lame, to the (totally unedited) picture. So. Let's start from Thursday. Or yesterday. I don't know when I'll actually post this. For all I know, it could be a week from now. But whatever. Moving on. I was drafted to set up tables. We moved those tables like, eight times per table. And there were about twelve tables. So that's... 96 table movings. That's waay too many. And we set up tables.... for hooooouuuuurrrrs. Seriously. Hours. Toooo looooong. 'Let's move them this way!' Mrs. Martin says enthusiastically. 'NO THIS WAY!!!' She says a moment later. 'Bring that chair to the table.' She says. "NOT THAT TABLE!" She says a moment later. That's basically what happened. For four hours. No joke. No exaggeration (okay, maybe a little). My mom/Adam/Mrs. Martin argue about whether or not we should have the grads sit on the stage, or in the front row. 'Sarah (our youth pastor) will want to talk to them, and that'd be weird if she wasn't looking at them whilst giving her speech.' My mom says. (I don't think she actually said whilst. But let us pretend that she did.) 'Oh, but everyone needs to look at them.' Mrs. Martin says. 'Well, Adam wants to just sit on the front row.' My mom says. I had the brilliant idea of getting life-size cardboard cut-outs and putting those on the stage while the actual people sit down on the front row. But no. We (*coughcoughmrsmartincoughcough*) decide to put them on the stage. No cardboard cut-outs for this graduation.
Graduation Party Day:
I read my Bible. I eat breakfast. I check all two of my emails. I look at Doctor Who memes. My mother commands me to go and pack for MPACT. (More on that later. Like, next week.) I turn on my 94.9 tunes and hop to it. I grab a collection of totally adorable outfits, as well as a couple of work shirts. But that's irrelevant. I finish packing then look at Doctor Who/Hunger Games memes to kill time until I can start getting ready for the party. I had already decided my outfit for the party when I was packing for MPACT. So. Finally. The time comes for me to get ready. I put on my foundation. I try to avoid breaking my glasses even more so. I put on my eye-shadow. I put on my mascara. I do my hair. I re-do my hair after changing from my Hello Kitty t-shirt and shorts to a skirt and cute shirt and cute leggings. (I can't wear skirts without leggings. Modest is hottest. ;) ) I put on my cute spring wedges. I look at more Doctor Who memes, waiting for the moment when we leave. And the moment comes.
We arrive at the Church. The Martin's are already there, Hannah looking super gorgeous. Daniel... being Daniel. My friends Jo(sephine) and Liberty are there, since their mother is a professional cake baker and brought highly delicious cupcakes. We stand around doing pretty much nothing because we got there early. Then... it begins.
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| A highly delicious cupcake. ☺ |
First my brother introduces his sister from another mister, Sarah Nutter, our youth pastor. And she forces them off the stage so she can actually talk to them. (Remember that conversation? Yeah. T'was in vain.) And Sarah rips her heart out and serves it to them. (Well, not literally. But you get the picture.) She nearly cries, but holds back the tears. (Until she sits down and is out of the public eye, that is.) Then the slide-shows start.
When my brother's starts playing, I think my mom must be crying her poor little motherly eyes out. She talks before my dad and the water works break and we have to put up a sign warning people of the wet floors. She barely manages to get through before my dad takes over and talks for about half as long as my mom. Blahblahblah, tears tears tears.
FINALLY (okay, it wasn't that bad. It was a nice ceremony.) we get to go eat *cringe* brisket. FYI, brisket is grody (gross). So I ate baked beans and potato chips. I do like me some potato chips. They are much tastier than brisket. But I can barely focus of my food because I'm too worried if a certain person is here. If you know what I mean. *Wink wink.* And I'm totally loopy and ramble-y whilst I'm speaking with my friends. Like, really loopy and I don't know why. Then I see certain someone's brother. At least I think it's his brother. I'm almost positive that it is. YES! It is! It is his brother! That means that that certain someone is here! Then I see the certain someone. (Hereby known as KB. Not his initials, BTW.) I only see the back of his head, but I'd recognize it anywhere. I finish my food and stand to go throw my plate away and get more lemon-aid. I strut on my heels and break through the line in order to throw my plate away. Once I have completed this task, I walk over to the drink table and wait for the line to progress enough so I can refill my cup. Suddenly my legs have decided that they no longer wish to retain their job of holding me up and I begin to fall. Dumb bunny heels! I think. Thou hast betrayed me! Just when I think I won't fall all the way down, I proceed to do exactly that.
Hannah Martin: ARE YOU OKAY???
Me: I'M FINE!
My TP Partner: Hahahaha Are you okay, Hadley?
Me: I'M FINE!
My TP Partner: Okay hahahahahahahaha.
After recovering what is left of my dignity, which had been scattered about the floor when I fell, I walk back to the other side of the fellowship hall and sit with my friends. I eventually leave the hall and walk outside where more tables for eating have been placed. I sit with my stunningly gorgeous friend Hannah and inquire on how she is doing this fine evening. I kill time until it is time for *......dramatic pause......* the dance party.
It's slow at first, of course. Only a few of my crazy friends are dancing. I somehow manage to get them to do the Macarana to every single song that played. "What have I done..." I think as they start doing the Macarana to Baby. Then the DJ (my sister) does something impeccably intelligent: she plays the Cupid Shuffle. That, of course, gets everyone's attention. I dart over and take my place for the dance to begin. I temporarily forget how to dance to this song. (Don't judge me. I hadn't been to a dance party since like, November.) But only temporarily. After a moment it all came flooding back. To the right (x4) to the left (x4) now kick (x4) now do something and turn! After that I die because that song is so exhausting.
Once I'm sure that all my vitals have returned to normal, I start dancing again. And by dancing, I mean trying my best not to look like a total idiot. That is very hard at homeschool dance parties. Then a slow song plays. I am standing relatively near to KB, hoping he might possibly ask me to dance. But noooooo. He just goes and dances with every other girl but ME. Well, not every other girl. But most of them. Now, I admit I was partially responsible for not dancing with him. But it's 90% his fault. Why?? I think. Why won't you dance with meeeee? So I just sat and depressedly watched them dance. I tried walking near him whenever a slower song played but no. He just dances with everyone else. And I continue to dance with my friend who is not a boy, and is definitely not KB. And then he leaves and it's too late. And then we have to stay for another hour cleaning up.
'VACUUM!' Mrs. Martin says. 'NO! Count chairs! Wash tables even though there were table cloths on them! Pick that icing up!' Eventually my cousin takes me home so I can write this exceptionally long blog post. (I still hate that word. Blog. Yuck.) I am thoroughly exhausted, but manage to stay up for two more hours doing two things: Making the Home School Musical picture, and writing this blog post. At around one, my dad commands me and my youngest but still older than me brother to sleep because I'm going on a mission trip this week and I would already be exhausted enough.
And thus concludes my fun yet slightly depressing experience of my brother's graduation party. Now vote affirmative. While I'm going to go make Home School Musical a reality.
Hannah Martin: ARE YOU OKAY???
Me: I'M FINE!
My TP Partner: Hahahaha Are you okay, Hadley?
Me: I'M FINE!
My TP Partner: Okay hahahahahahahaha.
After recovering what is left of my dignity, which had been scattered about the floor when I fell, I walk back to the other side of the fellowship hall and sit with my friends. I eventually leave the hall and walk outside where more tables for eating have been placed. I sit with my stunningly gorgeous friend Hannah and inquire on how she is doing this fine evening. I kill time until it is time for *......dramatic pause......* the dance party.
It's slow at first, of course. Only a few of my crazy friends are dancing. I somehow manage to get them to do the Macarana to every single song that played. "What have I done..." I think as they start doing the Macarana to Baby. Then the DJ (my sister) does something impeccably intelligent: she plays the Cupid Shuffle. That, of course, gets everyone's attention. I dart over and take my place for the dance to begin. I temporarily forget how to dance to this song. (Don't judge me. I hadn't been to a dance party since like, November.) But only temporarily. After a moment it all came flooding back. To the right (x4) to the left (x4) now kick (x4) now do something and turn! After that I die because that song is so exhausting.
Once I'm sure that all my vitals have returned to normal, I start dancing again. And by dancing, I mean trying my best not to look like a total idiot. That is very hard at homeschool dance parties. Then a slow song plays. I am standing relatively near to KB, hoping he might possibly ask me to dance. But noooooo. He just goes and dances with every other girl but ME. Well, not every other girl. But most of them. Now, I admit I was partially responsible for not dancing with him. But it's 90% his fault. Why?? I think. Why won't you dance with meeeee? So I just sat and depressedly watched them dance. I tried walking near him whenever a slower song played but no. He just dances with everyone else. And I continue to dance with my friend who is not a boy, and is definitely not KB. And then he leaves and it's too late. And then we have to stay for another hour cleaning up.
'VACUUM!' Mrs. Martin says. 'NO! Count chairs! Wash tables even though there were table cloths on them! Pick that icing up!' Eventually my cousin takes me home so I can write this exceptionally long blog post. (I still hate that word. Blog. Yuck.) I am thoroughly exhausted, but manage to stay up for two more hours doing two things: Making the Home School Musical picture, and writing this blog post. At around one, my dad commands me and my youngest but still older than me brother to sleep because I'm going on a mission trip this week and I would already be exhausted enough.
And thus concludes my fun yet slightly depressing experience of my brother's graduation party. Now vote affirmative. While I'm going to go make Home School Musical a reality.
Affirmative! :)
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