Leavers' Assemblies where every last ounce of emotion is wrung out of kids, parents and teachers with Year 6 murdering singing 'Slipping Thru My Fingers' whilst photographs of them from Reception to current day are projected onto the wall.
Then there's the Leavers' Proms! Bloody tacky American import 
In my day we had a quick mention in morning prayers (primary) and a disco without a limosine and the same at secondary. Now it's squeals and emotional incontinence.
Can't we just get back a bit of British stiff upper lip and get on with life changes without making such a drama.