Graduated from High School
Jun. 25th, 1993 12:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pphaneufI graduated from high school, at the Polyvalente Ozias-Leduc, in Mont-Saint-Hilaire.
Although high school wasn't all that fun overall for me (getting bullied and such things, even when I was in the "enriched" program (bullied by other nerds, the horror!)), it got progressively better as I was arriving to the end. I managed to be exempted from English class and pick an extra elective instead (while still doing the main exams), which contributed to being less bored.
The graduation prom night was actually pretty decent, where I got to dress up in a tailored tuxedo (since I was so skinny and tall, they didn't have a rental that was close to fit me, so they had to custom-tailor one, hehe!). I even had a "date", although it was rather symbolic, it was a friend of mine whose boyfriend went to another school and was having his prom at the same time, we pretty much entered together, sat at the same table for dinner, then went off our own ways. There was a cruise on the St-Lawrence River before the dinner, where one could feel being pretty cool and awesome, on the roof of a cruise boat going at a good clip with Montreal's downtown at sunset as a backdrop, wearing a tailor-made tuxedo... :-)
After the prom dinner and ball, which was itself on a floating ballrom (built on an boat anchored in Montreal's Old Port) and where we had a non-horribly crappy DJ/MC (but wasn't so appreciative at the time), I hitched a ride with one of my friends, in his dad's Ford Probe GT. It was pretty awesome: we were in line for getting out of the parking lot, there was George Thorogood's "One Scotch, One Bourbon and One Beer" playing on the radio, and just as the song kick off (after the long foot-tapping intro), the gate opened and my friend dropped the clutch hard, taking off with screeching tires into the Montreal night. We went, raced some MGs on the Main, lost, laughed, then headed over to the after-prom party.
The after-prom party was also a (drunken) blast, my "popularity" ensured at the insistence of my (very cool) mom to buy me a 12 pack of beer, when I was a 120 pounds skinny teenager who hardly ever drank (I managed to talk her out of the 24!), and thus giving away a few beers while still being plenty messed up myself. I remember going to sleep in my tent, drunkenly looking for one last beer (which would probably have been a mistake), looking up and seeing one of my female friend on a swing, looking pretty down, lifting her head when she noticed me moving, triggering her to puke. Classy. I laughed, and went back to sleep. ;-)
It's was one of the last time I saw Marie-Claude, my big high school crush.
Although high school wasn't all that fun overall for me (getting bullied and such things, even when I was in the "enriched" program (bullied by other nerds, the horror!)), it got progressively better as I was arriving to the end. I managed to be exempted from English class and pick an extra elective instead (while still doing the main exams), which contributed to being less bored.
The graduation prom night was actually pretty decent, where I got to dress up in a tailored tuxedo (since I was so skinny and tall, they didn't have a rental that was close to fit me, so they had to custom-tailor one, hehe!). I even had a "date", although it was rather symbolic, it was a friend of mine whose boyfriend went to another school and was having his prom at the same time, we pretty much entered together, sat at the same table for dinner, then went off our own ways. There was a cruise on the St-Lawrence River before the dinner, where one could feel being pretty cool and awesome, on the roof of a cruise boat going at a good clip with Montreal's downtown at sunset as a backdrop, wearing a tailor-made tuxedo... :-)
After the prom dinner and ball, which was itself on a floating ballrom (built on an boat anchored in Montreal's Old Port) and where we had a non-horribly crappy DJ/MC (but wasn't so appreciative at the time), I hitched a ride with one of my friends, in his dad's Ford Probe GT. It was pretty awesome: we were in line for getting out of the parking lot, there was George Thorogood's "One Scotch, One Bourbon and One Beer" playing on the radio, and just as the song kick off (after the long foot-tapping intro), the gate opened and my friend dropped the clutch hard, taking off with screeching tires into the Montreal night. We went, raced some MGs on the Main, lost, laughed, then headed over to the after-prom party.
The after-prom party was also a (drunken) blast, my "popularity" ensured at the insistence of my (very cool) mom to buy me a 12 pack of beer, when I was a 120 pounds skinny teenager who hardly ever drank (I managed to talk her out of the 24!), and thus giving away a few beers while still being plenty messed up myself. I remember going to sleep in my tent, drunkenly looking for one last beer (which would probably have been a mistake), looking up and seeing one of my female friend on a swing, looking pretty down, lifting her head when she noticed me moving, triggering her to puke. Classy. I laughed, and went back to sleep. ;-)
It's was one of the last time I saw Marie-Claude, my big high school crush.
