Ms Kirkwood's grandfather died today. I was pretty upset when Mrs Graham was telling me the whole story like that her mother is dead and that her grandparents had been married for 68 years and that she couldn't tell her son and that she didn't go to be with her grandfather because of us Sure, I was upset but more than anything I was happy that I knew and Bec didn't because something inside me said "You are more worthy of the secret!" so while Ms Kirkwood was crying and while Mrs Graham was trusting me with the secret that she knew that "Ms Kirkwood won't mind if I tell YOU... but keep it between us" I was gloating. But I was pretty upset to hear it all. Mrs Graham was telling me in her normal gossipy way and it just kept making me more and more depressed. Poor Kirky. SO: up until that happened, it was a good day. Nicole and I spent RE talking about the Melbourne Art Fair and Picasso, and going to it and yelling it out to the class. We were supposed to get our folios back today, but I guess I'll just wait until tomorrow God, I feel really bad.