I read an article about matric farewells in a magazine last night and thought of mine.
My brother was in a serious car accident, just before our matric farewell. Thankfully just after our exams.
We spent 10 days in Pretoria, while he was in ICU. There were days when we didn’t think he would make it and the very last thing on my mind was my matric farewell.
He got discharged the day of my matric farewell. My friend phoned and asked if I would still be going and I said that there is no way. I had no dress (it wasn’t finished by the time we left), I was still in Pretoria. No shoes. No-one to do my hair. I was not a make-up wearing teenager, so I needed someone to help in that department and my mom wouldn’t be up to it when we got home. Most importantly, I also had no date. My ex-boyfriend had moved to the Cape and was going to come down for the farewell. That got cancelled with the accident.
My eldest brother convinced me to go though and drove me back to Klerksdorp late that morning. We got home after lunch. I got my dress (UGLY), went to buy shoes. Could find NO shoes that would go with the dress, so ended up painting them! Went to a hairdresser I didn’t know (didn’t look good at all) and my mom ended up being able to put on my make-up.
Our neighbour’s son was so kind as to go with me, dressed in his church suit. He is a year (maybe 2?) younger than me but at least I had a guy on my side.
As you all know, the car is a big issue too. For us? My mom took us in her own car and we were dropped 2 blocks away from the hall. There was just no time for her to wait in that long line of cars to drop us off in front of the hall, since she needed to urgently get back to my brother.
I didn’t go to the after-party. I went home. I don’t have fond memories of that night and probably shouldn’t have gone. However, now I can say that I did go, rather than saying I didn’t.
I’m second from the right.