When people ask me, “When did you graduate high school?” I become uncomfortable. First, I don’t really know what year I graduated. I have a diploma around here somewhere. I could dig it up and see, if I felt like it.
Second, I didn’t graduate when I was supposed to. I dropped out of school a couple times, and went back, which resulted in me graduating much later than I was supposed to. Maybe if I had played school straight, I would have a concrete graduation year cemented in memory.
Graduating really wasn’t a big deal to me. My diploma is just some leather bond thing I come across every once in while when going through boxes of stuff.
Sometimes I worry that people will judge me if I tell them all this and I’ve often avoided the subject.