July

Finally, just when I thought it was all over, my family forced me to endure a humiliating fancy dress parade (also known as graduation). The ceremony was dull the first time around, the second time it was unbearable. I snuck out early to drink the champagne I’d bought, and found my Mum outside: she’d gone outside for a cigarette. Neither of us felt compelled to go back.

At least I got lunch out of it, followed by a fun afternoon of bowling. I also got a certificate. Although as I sat looking at it, it didn’t seem like much of a reward for all the anguish.

I also got a new title. It’s now Dr. JJ.

:-)