Ahh.. the graduation...
I don't actually remember much from my graduation, other than the valedictorian (one of the Girls who Got on my Nerves) gave what was probably the stupidest speech ever, it mentioned things like rainbows and fluffy kittens or something, sounding like something off one of the cheesier Halmark cards. I don't remember who gave our speech - if anyone did, actualy. It was a big important ordeal and they made us march. That's right. We marched. It required us to practice for ages, simply because they were afraid that walking is too difficult for us (you see, all the previous years just *stood* - but not us, we *marched*, to horrible music and had a very fat guy that marched with the flags in the beginning of the farce). We, too, trew our berets into the air.

As for buying some sort of special undergarment. Common. You're a babe. You are pretty and look you look good great. In fact, you'll see just how good you look when you'll see how bad all the rest will *evil laugh*. Just don't cut your hair in the week prior.