And then there's graduation. I've been putting off picking up one of these graduation packs from the office for weeks, but I'm going to have to eventually. I tried explaining to my parents that I don't want to to go graduation, but they don't seem to care. I think they are more interested in the day off work they'll get! And if I go I'll have to wear one of those ridiculous robes like on American TV! Even worse, so will everyone else. How will I know who everyone is when they're all dressed exactly the same? And with hats on too!
I don't think I'm going to be able to reason with my parents on this though. My only way out would be to fail, and I DON'T want to do that! They'll have a chance to go to my sister's graduation, and maybe my brother's if he decides to go to uni. I don't see what the big deal is. Am I being really miserable? Would I regret it if I didn't go? Probably, but that doesn't change the fact that I don't want to. I hate situations like that, I'll feel really uncomfortable and out of place, no one will talk to me, I won't be able to think of anything to say to anyone else, it'll be a nightmare.
I suppose when you're panicking about something it often turns out to not be as bad as you think, but that's not helping right now. Still, two months left till I have to do it, and two weeks to the photo. I can't wait till it's all over, though I've no idea what I'm going to be doing this time next year, or even next month.
Well, for now I'll take a deep breath, try not to think about it, and get on with my work.