She means your graduation.

It's 3 o'clock.

In the music conservatory, over to Miss Potts' school.

He's all mighty proud of Jethro.

He's the only one in the family that ever made it clean through school.

Mr. Cliff, Jethro's graduating from the sixth grade, isn't he?

That's right.

Then he has to go through at least six more grades.

Six more?

Yes.

Another 12 years, huh?

Well, with my help, I think he can make it in six.

Then, of course, he'll go on to college.

College?

Gee whiz.

All I want to be is a brain surgeon.

I think you'd better change that ambition, Jethro.

To be a brain surgeon requires four years of college, four years of medical school, one year's internship, and from two to five, years of residency.

Oh, no.

Uncle Jet, I just think I'll settle for being an atomic scientist.