They pronounced my last name wrong when I was walking across the stage (go figure, right?). Anyway, after shaking hands with the eighty million douchebags from the government and those handing out scholarships, I walked back over to the councillor saying the names and said "I'd also like to thank you, yes you, for not taking thirty seconds of your time during some point in the past four years to ask me how my last name is pronounced." Grad class was ~ 160 kids, so give me a bloody break. Dad flew off the handle and threw a chair at the principal after the ceremony, boy was he pissed off. Almost didn't graduate.