Have you ever wanted something to just be over with? I know you only graduate from high school once in your life… But could they at least make it more comfortable and use some other type of clothing that is a little less annoying? I tugged irritably at the royal blue cloth sticking to my thigh as I let out a sigh. I could still hear Mr.-I mean-Ms. Garrison (I could NEVER get used to the sex changes that man/woman repeatedly went through!) droning on at the podium. Sweat beaded my forehead under the stage lights.

I tugged at my gown again and gave a side-ways glance at my fellow classmates. Cartman stood a few people down to my left. He was casually scratching his nose to disguise the fact he was craft fully shoving a handful of candies into his mouth. He had slimmed down since fourth grade, during the awkward growth spurts of puberty. But he was still a fat ass. I rolled my eyes as he plopped another handful into his mouth. I decided that I wasn't going to ask where he was keeping them, and to be honest, I don't think I wanted to know.

Instead, I scanned the four rows of soon-to-be-graduates standing on the rows below me, easily spotting Stan by his black hair poking out from under his hat. (Not to mention the fact he was taller than almost everyone else.) Wendy and him were exchanging gooey-eyed glances at each other. It was really funny, after fourth grade Wendy wanted nothing to do with Stan. Well… not until ninth grade when she realized every other girl in school couldn't stop fawning over him. God, how I despised her.

Kenny stood a few down from Stan, still trying to figure out how he could 'accidentally' pull up a girl's gown. He wanted to do it to both sexes, but most of the guys were wearing shorts under their gowns, while girls… not so much. At least he could harass both sexes now… And have a greater assortment of porn.

I held back another sigh. At least he wasn't shy about his sexuality. I, on the other hand, had only confided in three people: Ike, Stan, and Kenny. I don't think I could ever stand Cartman if he found out. It was bad enough after I had gotten a new hairstyle.

On my first day of high school the teachers informed me that my ushanka would be 'too distracting' to the other students. Seriously, I had worn it for years, all throughout elementary and middle school. Cartman wouldn't shut up about it the first day, while I myself had liked the hair cut. My bangs, just barely touching the top of my eyes, were cut at an angle so that they blended in with the rest of my chin-length hair. My hair still had some curl to it, but after the haircut it laid down mostly straight.

"Lets get this over with, m'kay?" Mr. Mackey stated into his microphone. I snapped back to attention, clutching the scroll of paper that represented my graduation. I strained to hear the rest of the speech, failing miserably as my classmates started to chatter excitedly. "Congratulations for graduating! Now go enjoy your 'real world' lives, M'kay?"

A flurry of blue caps flew into the air, blocking out the lights as I pushed through the crowd. People clambered around me, a mixture of hysterical girls, blubbering parents, and fist-bumping guys. But I ignored them as I broke through their lines. I glanced over the crowd, from my mother, who was waving at me excitedly, to my friends (Kenny, Stan, and Cartman). They were grouped together just outside the graduate crowd. Kenny and Stan waved at me as Cartman swallowed more candies. I could hear him complaining about the heat and gowns already. I sighed to myself as I waved back to my mother while motioning to my friends and received an allowing nod before turning back to them. My chest tightened as I moved to join them. I might never see these guys once I leave for college…

That was why I had to make this Euro-trip the best thing of my life!