It’s done. I know it’s done because I was there and I saw it, every bit of it. The nerves before, the angst about the future, the nervous smile during the walk, and the *poof* disappearance afterward. As far as I know he had a party with his friends. He may yet be dead in a ditch picked by buzzards because I didn’t hear from him this morning before we left Madison, but he has my phone number,as do the people he was with. So if anything horrible happened, at least I know he did it with a high school diploma.
And yes, I am really happy he finished up, did it the proper way, and is ready to step into the stuff we call full-on adulthood. He has no more excuses.