James’s Elementary School Promotion

It started at nine in the morning.
Crap.
It was in a field, and the seating was flat. Only the front row could see.
Crap.
The sound system was pretty bad, too. I could hardly hear most adults, which is pretty stupid on their part. The field was small enough that if they knew how to project, they should have been able to do without the sound system.
Some kids read reflective essays on their years at the school. A few of them were pretty good. The first one read sounded like something half of the people I know would write. At least I didn’t have to hear about anyone’s dream for a future of equality.
The music wasn’t live. It didn’t suck.