I become a transparent eye-ball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or particle of God.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Of Being Quite Contrary

Well this past Thursday, the 18th of July, my little sister graduated from high school. Or I should say, "was graduated". My dad is pretty serious about making sure we say WAS graduated. Some would consider this a little archaic. No matter. Old is the new new.

 

Since my siblings and I were all homeschooled, our graduations look very unorthodox. But what does orthodox mean anyway? One man's orthodoxy is another man's heresy. Since there's only ever one student graduating from the school at a time (one student BEING graduated...), we have to fill up the time with crazy-homeschooly things. Like extra speeches and interpretive dance and live life-size-origami-giraffe folding and an auctioning off of the student's old winter clothes. Ok, really just the extra speeches, but wait until MY children graduate. 

 

(are graduated.)

 

Mary asked me to play her a song especially for her graduation. My first thought was brother-sister-kazoo-duet, but she was thinking more along the lines of brother-piano-solo. Which is fine, it's just I don't think the piano has as broad an emotional range as that of a kazoo, so it was going to be more work to convey all these brotherly feelings. If you haven't already seen it, some genius in the audience managed to record the entire thing:

 

[If you can't see the video above, just click here. And then come back. Or wait until you've finished reading and then click there. Or here. Doesn't matter. Same link. The choice is yours. Unless you're a fatalist, in which case you absolutely must will click the first link.]

Mary is a really nifty sister. She's the only one that's (technically) younger than me, which makes my motherly instincts kick-in big time. I mean, I like to think that my parents and I co-raised the four girls, myself being their second mother, and Mary gets more mothering than the rest because she's the youngest and, like I just said, the only one younger than me. Shockingly (not really), what I've noticed recently is that Mary is getting older and older and older and REALLY old REALLY fast, but I'm aging at the regular rate for human males and sometimes even slower than the regular rate (too much English Breakfast Tea). So now Mary has officially past me, and has even started to pretend that she is MY second mother, and I just don't even know what's real anymore. I can't deal! Who is raising whom?*

Anyway, now that's she's graduated from high school, (BEEN GRADUATED), you really should ask her what she wants to do with her life and where's she's going to college and what she's going to major in because girls her age just never get asked those questions right after they graduate.**


Pete

 

* As is obvious by my correct use of 'who' and 'whom', I'm older than Mary.

** are graduated. You and me and my Dad can be the three people who get this right every time.***

*** As is obvious by my avoiding the correct, "You, my dad, and I", Mary is older than me.

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