Class of 2017

June 2, 2016. 8:00 a.m.

I never thought a date of celebration would make me want to cry.

That is graduation day. High School. And the last graduation from High School.

OK enough of that. It is interesting that the graduation ceremony is at 8:00 a.m. in the morning. After the seniors graduate the rest of the students come to school around 11:00 and have their usual classes.

With any luck all 512 kids will walk across the grass while we all cheer them on. Not one is more important than another. They’re walking into the future. They’re jumping off of a cliff into an unknown abyss. They’re going out for breakfast with their parents. They’re going off to trade school, and the military, and college, and work, and they’re going…

As the election nears I think of all of the stupidity I hear in the news. I have hope in the Class of 2017 that they won’t we so stupid, so duped, so ignorant, and so shallow as those who fight for time in front of a camera.

For this generation they don’t care if someone is gay or straight. They don’t care what color anyone is. They don’t care about superficial crap or power grabs. They are a cynical bunch who care about common sense, plain truth, facts, art, music, science, and discovery. They’re not much on tradition or keeping things the same. They question far more than the generations before them. And THAT is why I love them.

So yes, it is fun to see my 20 year old son Garrett wearing a shirt with the words “My Mom Blogs About Vampires” on the front of it. It is also fun to have that same young man give me a big hug and say, “CAN YOU BELIEVE CLARA IS GRADUATING???”

I do believe it. Oh goodness. I believe.

~Juliette aka Vampire Maman

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