Remember that real dumb story we typed at you, about the high school graduation in Senatobia, Mississippi, where two of the graduates' family members were ejected from graduation for the egregious crime of cheering with beaming pride when their kids' names were called, even though they had been EXPLICITLY TOLD no clapping until the end? And then District Superintendent Jay Foster decided to make an example of these obvious criminals (who are black, why do you ask?), so he demanded and had served warrants for their arrests, for "disturbing the peace"? The nerve of those families, for getting so excited they forgot they weren't supposed to say "You did it, baby!" to graduates who did, in point of fact, do it, baby.
i have found that if you are serious about being happy, you must even include family. i am self-employed, so i love my boss, but i have changed jobs in the past cause i won't work for an asshole who doesn't respect me.
I'm not sure how this particular HS does it, but when I graduated 20 years ago they did not give the actual diplomas when we walked across the stage. Ostensibly this was to avoid any potential confusion if the wrong student got the wrong diploma (because apparently HS kids are incapable of facial recognition and communicating through speech) but the policy has been used to hold the diplomas of those that engage in any pranks while walking across the stage.
So true handyhippie65. I had to say "good-bye" to my mother and a brother on the advice of my therapist because they are indeed mean, crazy assholes. It only hurts for a little while and then life is wonderful again.
I'm a little older, class of '73 (300+ graduates), we did get our diplomas on the stage, and my family did cheer when my name was called. The principal made a comment that I had my own group cheering me, was probably the first time he had ever talked to me.
Karma will only be happy again if they arrest white families next year.
And, also, too, having had to sit through the grad-i-a-shun of my spawn, I wish they would arrest anyone and everyone that can't keep their yaps shut and their hands at their sides during the handing out of the paper. Either the proceedings are slowed down (unacceptable when they have to get through 600+ kids) or the poor sap that follows the howler's kid doesn't have their name heard. Dumbasses all around.
so they can get through all the friggin' names without having to pause every time every moron has to whoop and holler about their precious snow flake matriculatin' and also drown out the name of the next poor sap that follows their goddamn offspring. because if schools didn't do this, it would be a shouting idiot match to see who's kid gets the louder noises. not so bad if it's a class of 30. out and out chaos at 600+. been through it. it's not pleasant and has nothing to do with ethnicity in the suburban red hell which i inhabit.
sounds ok to me. They were told not to cheer. And if you have a rule you have to enforce the rule or at least threaten so it wont happen again. Otherwise, just get rid of the rule, but you can't do that because it's there for a purpose, and will work as long as people obey it. They'll get to clap and cheer and do whatever, but later.
the question was why do schools ask the crowd to refrain from clapping until the end, not if the people should be arrested. the arrests were stupid (and probably race-related).
I'm going to guess that the flower people wouldn't do ghey weddings either (even if such a thing existed in Mississipistan) because it's against their religion or some such sh!t like that.
For too many parents, seeing their children graduating from high school is a really big fucking deal, to steal a phrase from OHJB. In the age of cell phone cameras, schools need to be creative. Offer an alternative.
Wooping it up that your kid actually graduated from high school is not the same as rocket launchers and scud missles. Provide the graduate with a three second handshake with the Superintendent for the purpose of a cell phone photo, but to enable the event to conclude before sunup, request, but do not order, that audience recognition of this great event be withheld until all names have been called. Then, let whatever happens, happen, short of the rocket launchers and scud missles.
And he probably has a wide stance, too.
Beat me to it...
i have found that if you are serious about being happy, you must even include family. i am self-employed, so i love my boss, but i have changed jobs in the past cause i won't work for an asshole who doesn't respect me.
I'm not sure how this particular HS does it, but when I graduated 20 years ago they did not give the actual diplomas when we walked across the stage. Ostensibly this was to avoid any potential confusion if the wrong student got the wrong diploma (because apparently HS kids are incapable of facial recognition and communicating through speech) but the policy has been used to hold the diplomas of those that engage in any pranks while walking across the stage.
So true handyhippie65. I had to say "good-bye" to my mother and a brother on the advice of my therapist because they are indeed mean, crazy assholes. It only hurts for a little while and then life is wonderful again.
I'm a little older, class of '73 (300+ graduates), we did get our diplomas on the stage, and my family did cheer when my name was called. The principal made a comment that I had my own group cheering me, was probably the first time he had ever talked to me.
Karma will only be happy again if they arrest white families next year.
And, also, too, having had to sit through the grad-i-a-shun of my spawn, I wish they would arrest anyone and everyone that can't keep their yaps shut and their hands at their sides during the handing out of the paper. Either the proceedings are slowed down (unacceptable when they have to get through 600+ kids) or the poor sap that follows the howler's kid doesn't have their name heard. Dumbasses all around.
so they can get through all the friggin' names without having to pause every time every moron has to whoop and holler about their precious snow flake matriculatin' and also drown out the name of the next poor sap that follows their goddamn offspring. because if schools didn't do this, it would be a shouting idiot match to see who's kid gets the louder noises. not so bad if it's a class of 30. out and out chaos at 600+. been through it. it's not pleasant and has nothing to do with ethnicity in the suburban red hell which i inhabit.
sounds ok to me. They were told not to cheer. And if you have a rule you have to enforce the rule or at least threaten so it wont happen again. Otherwise, just get rid of the rule, but you can't do that because it's there for a purpose, and will work as long as people obey it. They'll get to clap and cheer and do whatever, but later.
the question was why do schools ask the crowd to refrain from clapping until the end, not if the people should be arrested. the arrests were stupid (and probably race-related).
My News Year's resolution for the last three years has been to keep mean, crazy, assholes out of my life and so far, it's working great!
I'm going to guess that the flower people wouldn't do ghey weddings either (even if such a thing existed in Mississipistan) because it's against their religion or some such sh!t like that.
The world is full of assholes, but there's no asshole quite like a Mississippi asshole.
That happened? I thought it was the smart kids who got to give the speeches.
For too many parents, seeing their children graduating from high school is a really big fucking deal, to steal a phrase from OHJB. In the age of cell phone cameras, schools need to be creative. Offer an alternative.
Wooping it up that your kid actually graduated from high school is not the same as rocket launchers and scud missles. Provide the graduate with a three second handshake with the Superintendent for the purpose of a cell phone photo, but to enable the event to conclude before sunup, request, but do not order, that audience recognition of this great event be withheld until all names have been called. Then, let whatever happens, happen, short of the rocket launchers and scud missles.
He had the support of the fattest asses in town.