So, yesterday I mentioned how the whole North American “grad” concept is new to me, and that I don’t understand it entirely. Back where I come from we have what we call a Matric Dance two-thirds of the way through our Grade 12 year. It is similar to a “Prom” or “Graduates’ Ball” (as they call it here) but there are some differences.
Back in my day the Grade Elevens got to do all the décor, and serve at the dance itself, which included a lavish sit-down dinner. The 11th graders would go all out to make it the most special evening imaginable – mostly because they expected the same to be done for them the following year. I believe the parents do all the décor here.
Back home, the matriculants (or their parents, in this case) would hire limousines, or fancy cars to bring them to the dance. It’s a big thing.
As was this grad that I attended here in Quesnel, BC (a big thing). The graduation ceremony, as I mentioned yesterday, was held on the Friday night. Then, the Saturday ran something like this:
From 3 – 5pm grad photos were taken in LeBourdais Park, next to the Twin Arenas (where the rest of the festivities were to take place). This is where the grads arrived in their fancy cars. And where photos were taken with the cars. Actually, I should say vehicles – because I saw some kids arrive in the most monstrous trucks (that’s “bakkies” to South Africans) that I’ve ever seen. From here everyone descended on town (again in their fancy cars) to get something to eat and to parade their cool rides. Afterwards we attended the “Graduates’ Procession” from around 7 – 9pm, where the grads showed off their outfits and dates, and only then did they go through to their Ball. But more on that in a few days.
I was photographing Jesse and Elissa, both of whom are in the church I attend (to cut a long story short). Brian, Jesse’s dad had arranged to get a 1950s Oldsmobile for the day, and he was to chauffeur them down. Unfortunately, just as they arrived at the park, the car broke down, preventing him from driving it in … But, off rushed the two graduates’ fathers, Brian and Colin, to get another vehicle from the friend who had lent them the Oldsmobile – returning an hour or so later with the Dodge Charger RT. So, in effect, the grads left home in one car and officially arrived in another.
But I think the story is best expounded with photos.
And after that it was back to the Twin Arenas for the Graduates’ Procession. More on that in a day or two!