Second Soliloquy
A journey into the mindscape...
Grad Ball
I'll be honest with you. I'm not quite as good with factual narratives as I am with expression of emotions.The grad ball, also known as the last known officially planned formal batch event, was on March 31, one day after graduation. Registration started at 5:30. I don't remember when I got there, but it's surely some time past 6.
It all started with dinner. Some people seemed to get only desserts for dinner (either that, or they went back eventually). My only notion is that the strawberries are mine.
The batch documentary was shown after dinner. Basically, everyone was asked to describe the batch in one word, then describe leaving in one syllable. I'm guessing some people went all sentimental again. How would you feel if it finally hit you that you're not going to be together as a batch for much longer?
There wasn't much time for the dances. The other people were complaining that it was too short. I didn't really mind. All I did at that time was wandering around, mingling with some people sometimes. Up until 1 in the morning when it all ended.
I'll be honest with you. This factual (maybe slightly opinionated) narrative is all I'm willing to give. I would rather not disclose to the public what was going on inside my head. You can ask, if you really want to know, but don't be so certain I'm willing to tell.
