I didn't go to HS graduation.
I remember that near the end of the semester we had a day where we had to all line up in rows to get fitted for our gowns and do a rehearsal. I knew I wasn't going and wanted to go home/leave the building and get some air.
I skipped the line, and with no introduction told the guidance counselor at the front:
"Hi. *Bamboo*. Cross me off the list, I'm not going to it."
She sort of looked at me funny, and started to tell me something about 'once-in-a-lifetime' and I cut her off.
"Yeah, just mail me my diploma." And then I walked away. I thought I was hot shit.
Instead of graduation and the lame "beach week" my ex classmates had in Delaware (where many of them got busted for drinking/partying), I went on a trip overseas.
Basically, it came down to this:
Swimming in the Mediterranean, cool bars on the beach, desert sunset outside of Jericho v. waiting around in a silly outfit for a piece of paper I don't care about and getting sent to the drunk tank in Delaware.
What would you pick?