I walked but I didn't do "grad night". Grad Night was like $350 and basically a huge supervised party put on by the school with heavy moderation to ensure no alcohol consumption. It began a few years before my year as a way to cut back on the massive alcohol parties there used to be. The parents of the class after our class always plans it on to ensure no one knows the location, events, etc. and no one can hide alcohol there beforehand. Instead I worked. I had landed a gig as a PA on a tv show with my boyfriend. I would come in after school, wait for the writers to be done with the scripts, update the spreadsheets and stuff, do all the call sheets etc, and then drive the dailies up to the producers on my way home. That night was particularly brutal as the writers got too high and were way late on delivering. Usually I was home by 11. I didn't get home until 2am. My co-workers were laughing at the epic graduation night I was having. At least we had cake and stuff and it was fun. I don't regret it. The party was apparently lame and I much preferred the time spent with my cooworkers and boyfriend at work. Plus my parents let me sleep over at his house for the first time. I had slept there before but never with their permission. Always had to sneak out and then sneak back in around 4:30am. It's the little things that make nights good.
I vividly remember how much of a pain in the ass this was. I had a screen window that unhooked. I always figured a raccoon or something would take advantage of the tiny gap I had to leave... My parents probably knew anyway.Always had to sneak out and then sneak back in around 4:30am. It's the little things that make nights good.
I had one window where the screen was missing. After the first time my parents caught me, they moved one of those huge garden spiders in front of it. The way those spiders work is they basically set up shop in the same place every night. If you destroy it's web and put the leftover web in a new spot, they'll rebuild in that spot. The next time I snuck out, I slowly forced the creaky window open enough for me to squeeze out head first. Climb on my antique desk, start making my way out. And BAM! FULL FRONTAL SPIDER WEB + SPIDER ON MY FACE. I do not like spiders. I do not like bugs. I screamed as loud as I could without making a single sound as I tumbled headfirst into a bush. My friends, who were waiting in the car up the street, got scared and left (this was before we all had cell phones). I had to sit outside, covered in spider web, convinced the spider was still on me, for a good 20 minutes until they came back around and found me. My parents also planted a fat rose bush outside all my windows the next week. Not fun. But I'm totally going to do this to my kids. You want to be a rebel, motherfucker? I'm going to make you WORK for it!
Charging you for Senior Appreciation Night is bullshit. Where I was it was something put together by Key Club. They raffled off cars'n'shit. Granted, they were cars donated to the Auto Shop program and then rebuilt by HS Seniors but still. Holding it on the same night as graduation is also bullshit. Ours was the end of Finals. And although I hadn't been to class in a semester I went to SAN, won some movie tickets, ate free ice cream and burgers, got my palm read, and made it to 3rd base with a girl I didn't even know was into me. If they'd been charging there's no.fucking.way I would have bothered.