Sing that Vitamin C graduate song to yourself... You know the one...

So, I've graduated! Yaaay!

At least, school is finished. I have equated school finishing with graduating, though that has yet to be determined. But I'm counting on graduating, at any rate.

If we had a yearbook, mine would probably go something like this:

Name: Katie Montgomery

Birthday: September 4

Favourite Quote: "Is something buuuurning?"

Favourite Activities: Running for the bus, having instructors fired, burning hand from budget Bread Garden cups, and imitating awesome accents, poorly.

Most Likely To: Actually bother to return to LaSalle to harass administration staff.

I’ve excluded the oft-accompanied awkward picture for your own benefit.

But, as often with school finishing, it’s bittersweet. I can’t say that I haven’t waited to get the heck out of there. What stands out is that everyone in the class had forged a connection unlike that of any class I’d ever been to. It’s not like we just dragged ourselves (Ok, we often DID just drag ourselves) to class with random people and try to remain as anonymous as possible; we championed each other, stood up for each other; supported each other professionally but, most importantly, personally.

So now I supposedly am a certified jewellery designer, who certifiably misses the people who made her year.

P.S. Thanks to my mom, who took this extremely blurry photo of me at the grad show. Check out my model, A.K.A. Katie Holmes (not my doing). Don't you love where the lights are shining? She's one sassy, sassy girl... No wonder Tom likes her, she's practically an alien with the way it's glowing...

And thanks to Nicole L.D. for her fantastic photo/painting of the chandelier!