The weird and sad thing is, I used to think this was normal and that many schools celebrated afterwards with a type of parade like this. In fact, I remember when I was younger watching the convertibles go by, and how I couldn’t wait for that to be me. What color car would I ride in? Who would I be assigned to sit with?
When your in 8th grade, the oldest in your school, you feel like your on top of the world, or at least at Sears. And this parade gives you an even better reason to believe so.
Anyway, this year was not my graduation (obviously), but my youngest brother, Cole’s. My family, relatives, and friends all got together to watch the parade and see Cole wave at us as the cars drove by. And behind my smile and wave back, I couldn’t help but to laugh to myself and think how not normal this was. But I’m not saying that it’s stupid. Of course, myself, and the rest of the town love this tradition. However, I can understand why other people may see it as strange, even “ridiculous” or “showy”.
This tradition, as fun as it is, is definitely weird to look at from the outside. If you tell people what your 8th grade graduation was like, and about the parade, they’ll most like laugh or roll their eyes. It just goes to show how different perspectives can be, and how some things we don’t even think twice about, just consider them typical or normal, can be seen so differently. I think sometimes, or maybe its just me, but sometimes people from here live in this “bubble” so to say, and that we sometimes forget to distinguish that some things we do are not like most of America at all.