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GRADE 12

THE WORLD BECKONS
Grade 12, the pinnacle of one’s school years, and, at Wynberg, a year
packed with events: the sleepover, the DANCE, 40 days, June and
September exams, Founders’
Day, Valedictory, Prize-giving,
the FINAL EXAMS, . . . . . . . . .
and everything in between!

THE SLEEPOVER: It took place on
the 24 (&25) January and was
thoroughly enjoyed by all of
Carol Shapiro-Dodds our 2013 Matrics. Part of the
Head of Grade 12
excitement behind the
sleepover is that the Grade
12s are not only allowed to walk on the
‘Sacred Grass’ – the beautiful, forbidden
lawn in the Wellington quad - but pitch
their tents and sleep on it! The challenge
of the tents was followed by a swim, a
braai, movie night and dancing! Even the
rain could not put a damper on the spirit
of the evening. We bonded into the
early hours of the morning, through
laughs, personal stories and our
collective tiredness.
MATRIC DANCE: 121 - that is the estimated
number of hours spent by a young lady
in preparation for her matric dance. It’s
probably a lot more than that! From
the sowing of the seed when we were
little girls, hearing whispers and fairy
tales of a mysterious event known as a
‘Matric Dance’, to arriving at Wynberg
in Grade 8 and witnessing the Matrics
of 2009 hyping up for their dance, the
hours spent thinking about this night
have slowly accumulated. From countless shopping expeditions, to that
Cinderella-like search for the shoe with
the perfect fit. From organising hair
and makeup appointments, to dealing
with the ever-so-stressful issue of
finding a date who is not only handsome and polite but knows his way
around the dance floor. Finally, we
flooded from the school gates, babbling
with shared excitement, and here we
are, a few hours later, radiant young
women. And it is not the make-up or
the glamorous hairstyles, or the divine
dresses that are wholly responsible for
the stunning young women, my friends,
I see before me. It is the happiness
which radiates from you, it is the
confidence which hangs around you
heavier than any expensive perfume, it
is the utter femininity and gracefulness
which you have embraced which has
made you this way.
It is finally here, Matrics.
Our night has arrived.