June 25 found me back in Cape Breton to witness a moment of family triumph. My sister, the youngest of the three of us, graduated high school. I was absolutely in love with her prom dress, and her date, D.J., whom I had not previously met, was Prince Charming through and through.
The poor girl's cheeks must have been sore from smiling for so many cameras. But we did get this priceless number out of her when she was reminded that she'd never EVER have to step foot in a classroom if she didn't choose to again.
I've said it before and I'll say it again: Congratulations, Amanda! And to all of the graduating class of 2009, the world is in YOUR hands. Change it.
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