My little brother graduated high school last week. That makes me feel particularly old; I guess it's official. He's eight years younger than I am and I remember when he was born. I remember his blonde baby hair and his big puffy cheeks. Now he's all grown up, and I am very proud of him.
In our family graduating high school is a huge deal. One of my aunts and uncle were able to come out and watch him walk. My aunt pointed out to my parents that they average 100%; all three of their children graduated high school. None of us dropped out or got knocked up/knocked someone up (until much later ;) It really is a big deal, especially for Austin. He went to alternative school twice, and got in trouble with the cops, so he almost didn't graduate.