"You can stop blubbing your goodbyes - Skye, you are staying at our house tonight".
Little Dumpling graduated from Big School today. And my Lord, I swear I was prouder than my parents.
Celebrations ensued all around as Mumere found her excuse to step down as P&F President and Dad rejoiced in leaving his position as Netball umpire/bus driver man. I was more than happy reliving the memories of my last days of school, and to my merriment, so were my former teachers. Our Year Twelve Concert it is now known has gone down in Grammar history as the most successful, the funniest, the most inappropriate and still the greatest leaving show. Possibly it was our Grade song of Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go by Wham! Or maybe it was Ackroyd dressing up as Spider-Man to sing Kryptonite and ripping his undies off. I don't know, nudity and bad 80's hits were a predominant feature of my grade...
But today I got to see it from the other end, the nice end. The end that gets to waltz in and out of the grounds of the school the whole day. I could 'pop' into the House meeting but there was no detention if I didn't stay. The end that gets to stand at the end of the Guard of Honour, allowing for best position to watch the Year Twelve water slide. And to return to Grammar as an Alumni beats being a smart-arse student any day of the week.
It was a priveledge on such a beautiful day to watch such a beautiful girl grow up and start to take her first steps into the Big Wide World, readily equipped with an Aggy-esque hair cut (thank you Charlotte) and a plethora of quotes about the Guomindang and the CCP. Real knowledge and Real style.
Me: Top, Stretsis 'Raindrop Bow Blouse' (later changed to Ksubi woolen lace knit). Jeans, Nudie 'High Kai'. Sunglasses, Ray Ban Wayfarers. Bag, Chanel 2.55.
Mum: Jacket, Zara. Jeans, Joe's Jeans. Sunglasses, limited edition Escada. Bag, Chloe Edith.
