On Thursday it’s finally “the graduation run” (utspring) day at our son’s school.
The students will come running out of the school entrance wearing suits or dresses and graduation caps for the official photos. After that, they’ll quickly change into their white overalls, climb onto the back of a flatbed truck, and be driven around Stockholm with loud music and waving.
There’s something magical about seeing all these flatbed trucks full of happy, screaming graduates driving through the city. The pure joy radiating from them is contagious. My husband and I always try to walk around town just to wave and celebrate with them.
Of course, it hasn’t always been this wholesome. In the past, it was common for the students to fill the flatbed trucks with a lot of beer, leading to empty cans being thrown everywhere and people getting sprayed. There have even been tragic accidents when drunk students fell off the trucks. That’s why alcohol is now banned.
We’re deep in preparations for Thursday’s celebration. Since our son didn’t want a big reception, it will just be us, his grandparents, godfather and godmother.
He casually mentioned something about decorations… so naturally I went all in. I’ve ordered a 5-meter balloon garland with over 350 balloons, a two-meter-high balloon column, door decorations, and plenty more.
My husband gave me a thumbs up when I showed him the plans. He’s now regretting that decision deeply. Every time the doorbell rings with another balloon delivery, I hear him muttering about how we’ll soon have no room left in the apartment.
I love balloons. He… tolerates them.
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