Fandom High Graduation Ceremony, Class of 2011, Saturday Early Evening - Part One!

[prof_of_cunning]

The ceremony was once again held at sunset for the benefit of the graduates’ less diurnal guests, but the lawn was well-lit with twinkling blue and gold lights draped across bleachers, stage, surrounding trees and specially-assembled trellises, giving the overall effect of a peaceful fairy grove. (Not, say, Las Vegas. Tasteful twinkling lights.)

The staff having taken note of every previous graduation including the most recent, the lights had been purchased from Acme Decorations Studio with a money-back No Coming To Life And Terrorizing Your Party Guests Guarantee... and there was a rather large cache of weapons stashed in a trunk behind the podium. The chance that it would rain toys that could later be used for self-defense was slightly less than the chance that there would be a need for self-defense.

No one could say Fandom High wasn’t a learning experience.

[Open and welcome Class of 2011! Welcome | The Procession | Speeches | Diplomas | OOC]

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Re: Dean Stinson's Speech

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At his turn at the podium, Barney adjusted the tie peeking out from under his immaculate black professorial robes, and cleared his throat to stop any chatter that was certain to reign after the Vice President of Pajamas spoke. The Dean of Awesome Students was totally waiting for you, grandma. And you, hairy guy in the back.

"Are you ready, Class of 2011?" Barney asked, looking over the graduates with a sharp eye. "Because it starts now. You know the part I'm talking about. And not whatever horror awaits you with el presidente's speech, though I am told it will be legendary and likely to lead to some panty tossing. Sorry grandma! No, I'm talking about real life. The boring stuff with filing and flipping burgers and whatever else high school graduates are capable of doing these days. Just remember, you made it through plagues, labyrinths, and freaking godzilla, you can overcome the boredom that is life. And if not, then by God, suit the hell up and spend a weekend on our fair island - a quick aside, I hear the Arms Hotel offers great rates for alumni and Krispy Kreme just doesn't compare to the wonders of Jeff, God of Biscuits, people- and we're sure to show you a good time!" The Dean raised his arms in the air to cue their thunderous applause as it was required.