So I don't know the exact date, but 20 years ago this month I graduated from high school. Apparently my classmates and I are too unorganized to have a reunion, since I haven't heard anything about one yet.
Now I'm going to relate a really funny story from exactly 20 years ago. It's a story of two young men on the verge of graduating. I'll change the names to protect the innocent, so let's call them Mok and Heff.
Mok and Heff were best friends from a very young age, and did almost everything together, including making poor grades Senior English, controlled with an iron fist by the vile Ms. Horne. This was the one class you had to pass as a senior to graduate, and both Mok and Heff were right on the edge.
As the end of the semester loomed, Heff was convinced he wasn't going to pass English class. His only consolation was that Mok wasn't going to pass either and that they would have to attend summer school together. The rest of us just laughed, because Mok and Heff were both slackers among slackers, and we expected no less of either of them.
Apparently though, Mok thought differently, and with a final spurt of energy and perhaps a little effective begging, a miracle occurred the day before graduation. When the scores were released, Mok had a 60, while Heff received a 59. So close, yet so far away. The rest of us just laughed and laughed.