Last night I went off to my little (middle) sister Emily’s graduation. It was long and boring as crap (feel free to share that information around) and the info booklet belonged in a funeral home – however, it was good to see her complete her schooling life and it really wasn’t all entirely bad.
Of course, yesterday also marked the fearful, ‘results come out’ day. I was woken to screaming. My smarty pant’s little blister has raised the bar for Hannah (who has two years to go) in beating both Laura’s and my score’s. In the 90’s. I personally think she deserved every bit of it and definitely since we continually harp on about her being so vague. Hit us where it hurts…. not that it does. Congratulations Emily – if you even read this.
As far as I know she’s following what I did in heading off for a year at Tabor for Year In the Son before waltzing off to probably whatever uni course she had as her first preference.