So This Happened

After many many years in the San Francisco Unified School District, we are finally out of it.  Becca, AKA Avocado, was graduated with her class today.  The band, bless 'em, needs another year to really catch up with either "Pomp and Circumstance" (the processional) or "Don't Stop Believing" (the recessional). The speeches were relatively pithy, but there were a lot of them. But one major surprise occurred when the National Anthem was announced, at it was Bec, a cappella and solo, singing it. If you will forgive a moment of insane parental pride: it's a tough song to sing, and she Killed it.  The sun shone bright, metaphorically and otherwise (Danny's forearms got sunburned and many mylar balloons escaped and floated toward the unknown, gift cards attached, a perfect metaphor for it all.

The kid got called near the end (they were organized by height.  WTF?) and sauntered up to get her diploma.
Then there was a scrum of a reception, with everyone milling about the school forecourt squealing and hugging and thanking teachers, and and and...

It was swell.  We went out and had a celebratory dinner. I am now utterly wiped out, and shall fall over.  But despite Senioritis, the kid got herself through.  I am very proud of her (and just a little proud of the family, too).