Well, it's over. We messed up lining up on stage to sing the school song (wrong order, wrong lines), so somehow I ended up in the first row, front of the line. Since I wasn't supposed to be there in the first place, I didn't know what to do when the song was over and just staggered uncertainly off to my seat. So much for graceful, poised graduates, eh? I know it doesn't sound like a big deal, but with a principal like PDP, it feels like the end of the freaking world.

Other stuff that happened: a great grade 11 dance (complete with Ghostbusters, yellow raincoats, cheerleaders and spiffy music), lots of dropping of grad pins and roses, Correy dancing back to her seat after receiving her diploma, lots of strapless A-line dresses, and a theater full of people trying to stay interested awake for the whole ceremony. Oh, and I won a (pity) award: Parent's Association Scholarship.

Went to Tiff's house afterwards for a sleepover. I very wisely forgot to bring street shoes with me, so I had to wear my Grad Shoes From Hell next morning. Teased Smoky with some string for a while before Tiff's mom surprised us with a cake and an impromptu chocolate fondue. Watched Bridget Jones' Diary ( as Monique would put it: darcylicious) and American Idol. Tiff and I needed to indulge in "reality" TV one last time before we all went to university.