ariker wrote:
I can understand feeling a little off, so I've come up with a game for you. It's called "spot my mom" You see, she'll be at the convention with you. Here's some tips on seeing her. Look for the hat. Not just any hat, this one will have a wingspan and will probably provide shade for up to 25 people. Look directly at her when they announce "new light" as she'll be doing the Fred Sanford- Elizabeth routine. And just to amuse yourself, bring a medical dictionary and try to find a disease she doesn't have. She'll admit to them all.
I've conjured up an image of The Flying Nun ... it was the hat with the 'wingspan' that will 'provide shade for up to 25 people! Good one Alex! image

As for the assembly grief ... it's quite common to feel that way and I was much the same. We didn't always get new outfits but I do remember being allowed to wear stockings for the first time when I was 17 and I was stoked! I never remembered anything said on stage but I do remember the fun of standing up and eating out of those metal trays ... getting cordial and catching up with people we hadn't seen in a while. On the downside ... it was usually boring as bat crap ... queues for the toilets and never any toilet paper left ... squishy seats that were so hard even the biggest bottomed person had dramas sitting for weeks after.

Long live personal freedom and NO assemblies!image