Class of 2006…

So they called, and they do indeed want me to be the commencement speaker. It’s on June 2nd. My sister wants to come and watch, which is interesting; she doesn’t often show a lot of outward interest in my life.

This is so weird. What the hell am I going to say? Ooh, I know: please comment with a question that would be a good prompt for a commencement speech. One that I might write.

GET THIS

My dad called me the other day to tell me that they received a letter from my high school notifying me that I’ve been nominated as the COMMENCMENT SPEAKER for this year, as it is their custom to have a grad from our school come and speak on their 10-year anniversary. He’s pretty gung-ho on me doing this; it’s so friggin adorable. I went ahead and filled out the thing–I’m actually pretty touched, as much as commencement was a day that I just wanted to get through on my way to college. Also glad that my hair is pink right now. Oh, fuck yeah! I just thought of that! That’s rad!

There were questions for me to answer and return. They are below. I have the answers…let’s see, on my work computer, and I guess they’re in my e-mail sent items…maybe I’ll add some tidbits if I think they’ll entertain. But here are the questions.

What is your current occupation and what are your specific duties?
What have you learned in the past 10 years that you would like to share with the graduates? (HA!)
How did [my high school] prepare you for your career?

Second hilariously weird thing related to high school: I got a message on Myspace from a girl who used to make fun of me (not one of the really bad ones, though, one of the lesser mean girls, went around disguised as a nice girl), asking if I’d be interested in getting together with some of the other kids from my class for an informal 10-year reunion this summer, like drinks or something. What the hell, I thought. “Yeah, sure. That sounds cool.” I wrote back. She seemed genuinely pleased. Not like exclamation point chipper, but definitely happy to have gotten a hold of somebody.