Rafael: They’re playing Pomp and Circumstance and the graduates are filing in. Do you see your daughter? I don’t see my son.
April: No, we’re too far from the field and everybody is wearing a cap and gown. It’s hard to see who’s who.
Rafael: Oh, there’s the dean and I think that’s the commencement speaker behind her. You must be really proud of your daughter. I know I would be if my son were valedictorian.
April: I’m very proud of her, but your son is graduating cum laude, with honors. Those are great accomplishments.
Rafael: It’s a proud day for both of us. I just hope that the graduates will keep this a dignified ceremony. I don’t want to see any shenanigans.
April: What do you mean?
Rafael: Last year when my other son graduated, a group of rowdy students started singing an offensive song as the graduates went up to get their diplomas.
April: Hey, what’s that over there?
Rafael: Where? Oh, that’s a beach ball! How dare they throw a beach ball around while the dean is speaking!
April: Don’t look now. Those students are doing something strange with their tassels.
Rafael: Shame on them! Shame on every one of them!
