Pomp and circumstance

It's graduation season.  I was asked to volunteer this year to help out with the seniors.  I refer to that as having been volun-told. I don't like being told to volunteer...  Then again, who does?

I found out I was working graduation when my desk phone rang and the assistant principal on the other end of the line asked me how tall I was.  I thought that was a pretty in-depth evaluation.  I mean, there is some logic to asking about my schooling or my background to see if I am measuring up to my maximum effectiveness, but I don't see what being just a shade under 5'5" has to do with it.  Turns out he was ordering up my fancy robe for graduation.  Oh.  I guess I am going to the ceremony this year.  Okay.

Even more fun- I was a line leader, a job I have no desire to repeat.  One other teacher and I were responsible for standing them up and sitting them down and for aiming them the right way and pushing them back into the correct rows.  It wasn't my favorite.  I hate crowds, so you can imagine my glee to be surrounded by several hundred teenagers in orange gowns and funny hats.  I left my phone in the car so it wouldn't go off during the ceremony, so this was the pic I took out in the parking lot as I was about to leave:

So that's finished.  Cas and I can get to the serious business of planning our reception.  

We looked at two places already and have a third place to examine today.  After that, we should have a decision made,  I guess all there will be left to do is figure out a cake and actually go get married...  Sounds simple enough...