It was miserable, but in a different way.
My last name has a long history of being mispronounced. It's Laux, but most people think it's "Lau" or "Law", when really it's pronounced "Locks".
At the graduation rehearsal, one of the teachers who was reading off all the names went through the names to make sure the pronunciations were correct. He mispronounces my last name (no surprise), and a lot of people shout "Locks!", which I was surprised that so many people in my class actually knew me. The teacher says "Yeah yeah, 'locks', whatever." That offended me, and I had a bad feeling of what was to come.
Graduation day, I drive over to the building myself. The building is actually a basketball arena for a major local university. I lined up near the podium, and the woman there tells me to smile. Yeah right, I knew what was coming. Of course, my last name gets mispronounced. The crowd corrected him, but he didn't bother, and it's obviously too late because it was captured on people's camcorders. I quickly walked over to get my diploma, shook the principal's hand, and walked off.
I just couldn't wait to storm out of the building after that. I was so pissed. After the ceremony was over, I walked as fast I could to my car. I didn't bother with friends, because they were too busy talking to their other friends. I was like a ghost. I'm surprised I didn't get pulled over for a speeding ticket that day; I must've been going 60 in a 35 or 40.
My parents got home later, and talked about how my last name got mispronounced. Afterwards, they emailed the principal about the mispronunciation, and that was it. There was nothing memorable about my graduation. I think people make too big of a deal out of it. My parents took about a dozen photos, and there was one professional photo of my frown reacting from my name mispronunciation.
It's funny though, because now that I think about it, my high school graduation pretty much summed up my high school experience. Hardly any friends, and my name got mispronounced all the ****ing time.