“I don’t know, it looks like a graduation ceremony or something. But why would they graduate now? It’s January and they don’t finish school for a couple more months.” He answered.
“Yeah, that sure doesn’t leave a lot of motivation to keep coming to class.”
“I’m sorry this is taking so long, I really thought it would only be an hour or so.”
“No problem. These things sneak up on you. But, I’m starving now too, I can’t wait to go get food! Just to warn you, I’m going to freak out if there’s any more speeches after this.”
These were some of our whispered words. This performance or ceremony or event or torture session or whatever it was seemed to be never ending. The plan was to watch it, attend a little gathering afterward, then duck out and get pizza for dinner.
My friend, however, was misinformed. This school event was 2 or 3 times longer than he expected. It wasn’t a talent show. It was a, well, I’m still not really sure what it was. But my school has one coming up so I might be able to find out. Maybe.
As the seniors, or school-leavers, prepare to venture on to the next stage of their life, they have this celebration. My kids are preparing for theirs, but they always seem to be vague about their descriptions of it. It has a name, but I can’t remember it – it’s long with a lot of consonants.
The weekend trip wasn’t an utter waste, though. I got to travel to the nearby village of Mezőkovácsháza – say that five times fast.
The train ride wasn’t fun. It was a small, three car train that was hotter than the Earth’s core. I sat across from an old lady who’s been peeing her pants for 50 years. I didn’t want to be disrespectful and throw up on her, so I moved to the only empty seat - the un-heated entranceway of the train.
After thawing out, sitting through hours of a mysterious Hungarian ceremony, and filling up on absurdly good finger food with a group of teachers, we went to the highlight of the night: watching high school kids get drunk.
The local bar sky rocketed from its average six customers to a record setting 20 million. That’s probably an exaggeration. My point is that the bar was very crowded. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to seeing teachers drinking at the same bar as their 16 year old students.
Unfortunately, this didn’t lead to anything incredible. I always assumed that kids aren’t allowed in bars because it would cause some catastrophic event. There was no mushroom cloud. All that happened was the kids started talking louder, stumbling around, and saying stupid things. It was like watching “adults”, except younger. This was supposed to be my highlight! Lame.
I wish I could end this by explaining what the ceremony was. I can’t. Instead, I’ll make you a promise. I’ll try to find out. I’m told my school is having one in two weeks, and I’ll document it well. But, I still may not understand what it is.
Hungarian phrase of the day:
A mai nap szava
This means “word of the day”. I should’ve thought to include this ages ago. Why shouldn’t the word of the day section be bilingual?