When I was growing up, high school graduates had modest open houses.
Small numbers of close friends and grownups trickled in to eat snacks, give gifts, and ask THE QUESTION:
“So, what will you be doing next year?”
Now — at least in our community — a graduation open house is more like a mini-wedding reception.
It differs from a wedding reception mainly because:
- Only one person’s smile muscles get tired.
- The food is cheaper.
- There’s no honeymoon.
But the hubbub, the invitations, the gifts – all very reception-like.
With helpful volunteers and nice friends who lend out their coffee pots, we have survived three graduation extravaganzas.
Number Four is staring us in the face – and it’s at the end of May.
I’m actually a little behind already.
We’ve encountered a problem, which centers around the graduate’s photos and invitation.
Graduation photos sound so easy.
- Take a bunch of photos.
- Pick one where the graduate looks cool and smart.
- Make a graduation open house invitation with it.
- Send it off a month or more before the event.
But we put off taking his photos. With summer and fall behind us, we thought a spring photo shoot would work.
Not in Minnesota. Not in April. Not when you get a foot of snow abruptly dumped on you.
- So, the snowy April photo shoot was COLD — about 9 degrees with windchill. The graduate’s face matched his blue shirt in most of the photos.
- More disturbing than that, his fists were tightly & painfully clenched, as he tried to retain warmth in his cool-looking, but thin shirt.
- Even worse than that, his fist-clenching was uneven, resulting in a protruding middle finger.
Someone said, “Oh, no one will notice the finger.”
I can name every single uncle that will not only notice, but will mention it every year for the rest of this kid’s life.
The invitations — with a new photo– will be embarassingly late, but they are on order.
© Lisa M. Luciano