Dutiful parents that we are, Margaret and I attended the High School Presentation Night this evening.
School Speech Nights can be very dull affairs-- and this was no exception (hee hee). Well it wasn't too bad I suppose. At least the Principal no longer drones on for hours as a certain notorious predecessor did.
But tonight was not helped by packing everyone in too tightly on the most humid night of the year (it's always the hottest or most humid night of the year-- one of those strange phenomena that continues to baffle scientists), or the head music teacher turning the air conditioner off for his band and choir performances. And I won't even mention those awful seats that generate so much business for the chiropractor!
I know it's cheaper to use their own hall but it would be so much better in the Crossing Theatre.
[END WHINGE]
Anyway, Josh got a bunch of awards for his serious efforts through the year... including the Gillette Award for Best Beard in Year 9.
He now has his eyes firmly set on Year 10 Dux-- a prize worth $500.
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