Who is incredibly tall. Possibly as tall as some year twelve students who graduated in 2014. If I gave her a scarf, some scuffed jeans and some Vans she could rock up to uni in 2015 and no-one would bat an eyelid.
Graduation dress chosen by Gab after extensive searching and explanations of how she doesn't really wear a dress but will on this one occasion. Phew.
Check it.
Oh to be 11 with long red curly hair and legs that go forever.
200 kids trooped across the stage to get their certificates. It was.....extensive. Fortunately, being an old hand at these things, I had packed life savers, crackers and tea in a flask.
The kids all had to sing a song together that Gab said took two hours practice each day for two weeks before the farewell night. It was pretty impressive getting 200 kids to do choreographed moves, even the ones who clearly were not dancers. Or singers, Or movers.
Very proud of her, She was awesome.
But I have just realised, as I cleaned out the girls drawers over the summer break - there is no more primary school uniforms. I really have no reason to go back to primary school. All of that hard won knowledge about the primary school lay of the land, the ins and outs, the people and the customs - is no longer needed. From when I was a very nervous first time mum in prep, and gaining confidence through mistakes (forgetting bookpacks, the girls losing several hats, jumpers and lunchboxes, forgetting excursions, annoying other parents), to swanning around the school next to my enormous children..
I kind of forgot that I graduated primary school too in 2014.
Chin up. What can possibly go wrong in highschool?
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