Today has been bloody excellent. The brother has graduated with a first class degree with honours in fine art. I was so shocked when I heard, from what he's been saying I thought he would get a 2:1, which in itself would've been enough to get him into teacher training college. But this is above and beyond what we all expected. It's so well deserved, he's had a lot of knocks and this just validates his talent. There were only four first class degrees awarded from Gray's School Of Art and his lovely girlfriend Heather got a first as well. I like her work, it's not something you'd choose to hang on your wall but I like the ideology behind it. Excellent excellent excellent.
In other affairs the school prizegiving was today. The TWO rehearsals we had (an excessive number frankly) were tedium personified but the actual thing was actually quite enjoyable. I was chatting away to Amy and Fay and it was nice to see people who worked so hard being rewarded. I was particularly pleased that Lynsey got three subject awards, she's so incredibly smart and nice. I got the prize for media studies, and with my £12 of book vouchers I selected Layer Cake and The Maltese Falcon. I was dismayed to note that a black biro mark appeared on the cover of my spotless book but that's a minor gripe. I look forward to reading them but I've got six other books to read first, including three John Grishams. I'm reading my way through his catalogue of titles at the moment, I've read five so far. I enjoy his books because he has an absolute gift for spinning a compelling yarn and they're easy to read. Granted his books are essentially all the same in that an unsightly conspiracy is unearthed by an idealistic young crusader whose life is threatened in the process of exposing it but who cares. I
was heartened when I think I overheard someone shouting 'Well done Stephanie!' when I was collecting my prize. That was nice.