Time, Time, Time
I am seriously proud of her. It's going to be a stressful year; certainly a stressful first semester. But somehow she's going to get through it and triumph. My job is to provide support and the odd smatch of guidance and, otherwise, let her use those wings she's been flapping. On my part this will likely take some occasional restraint, both in the worrying department and the kill-the-kid department.
In other news, Sarcasm Girl is heading into her senior year too: but today is Becca's day. Senior. Yoicks.