Diploma

Today I visited Mr. Caster. We saw a musical. I can't recall the name, but it was okay. It wasn't one of my favorites. Mr. Caster and I spoke for about another hour or so, then I took the bus home. Bambi said he had had a surprise for me when I got back from visiting Mr. Caster. I told him I was home, and he sent a picture. It was his diploma. It had his name in big fancy letters, and showed me that he did it. I put in so much work to get him to do this. He had failed more classes than allowed in his senior year, and was behind in his foreign language studies. They prevented him from graduating with the rest of us, but the school still allowed him to make up what he needed to in order to get his diploma. I actually did a lot of the math work for him and tried to show him how to do it. I wasn't confident he would get it done in time, but he told me to stop stressing and leave it up to him. I did. I wasn't sure how he would do it, or if it were even possible, but I guess it was. It made me so proud to open up that picture and see his diploma. I will never forget that moment as long as I live. There I was standing in my kitchen eating macaroni salad and drinking an appletini, and the next thing I know, I'm in tears when I open his picture. I wanted to hug him so badly. We're arranging to go into the city on Thursday for a date. I couldn't decide between MoMA and the Museum of Sex. Total opposites, but equally as fascinating. We settled on Museum of Sex after a coin toss. I can't wait to see him. I'm just going to hug him and show him how proud I am. I love him.