From yesterday’s graduation ceremony, or, rather celebration at Elle’s high school, Malmö Borgarskola. The vibe was amazing, albeit a little on the hysterical side. Made me think of vikings and how they must of partyed, a thousand years or so ago. Regardless of ethnicity, all students absorbed and embraced the idiosyncratic graduation traditions of wearing white hats with black rims, all white garb, hanging a half dozen odd mascots around their necks and singing a bunch of more or less explicit songs while dancing erratically.
I don’t remember what it was like when I graduated from High School in Göteborg. 1981 is just too distant, I suppose. But I’m sure it wasn’t that dissimilar from what Elle survived yesterday afternoon. And had I continued to Fairfax High after graduating from Bancroft Junior High in L.A., instead of moving to Sweden in 1978, I’m sure it wouldn’t have been a much less intoxicated experience. Not that Elle was even remotely tipsy when we celebrated her graduation. On the contrary. She was among the few sober students in the schoolyard and stayed completely coherent on the truck and later in the evening during our party for her.