It’s officially summer. The school year has come and gone so quickly.
The last day of school was All School Mass and the award ceremony. Matt must have been tired from all the walking up and back to get his accolades. Even Andrew received an award…not the one he wanted but I like his competitive spirit. The award was a Fitness Award, and he earned the second tier…no doubt he will be practicing his chin-ups and push-ups this summer.
We are saying good-bye to a priest at our parish who is leaving to be a pastor somewhere else. The kids have LOVED him and he has made a huge difference in the school community. He interacts with each of the kids and they feel comfortable enough to talk to him and joke with him…such a great thing in the junior high years especially. Each class, Preschool-8th, presented him with a gift. I don’t know how he held it together, because I was dabbing my eyes.
Abbey had me read this card that her Spanish teacher gave her. The teacher wrote out a personal thank you to each and every student. And here I am dabbing again. There is nothing like a good teacher, honestly.
Abbey and her class spent the last hour of 8th grade bawling their eyes out. I don’t know why I find that funny but I just do. Trust me, if I was there, I would have been also…there is something about teenagers crying that makes me immediately cry also. I have no idea why. Anyways, her poor 8th grade homeroom teacher…I guess her classroom was in shambles-she had planned on having them straighten it up before they left and she decided to just say “the heck with it” because everyone was losing it and bawling everywhere. (No, none of the boys cried, of course, but I bet they wanted to.)
Somehow, at sometime, somewhere, I had agreed to a party that last day. For the entire class. Honestly, I don’t know how that happened. Do you ever have moments like that? I must have been distracted and just kept answering, “Sure!” to whatever anyone asked me, without paying attention. So with one day warning, we had a graduation party.
I don’t know how these kids keep track of their phones. Isn’t it funny how they are apt to misplace just about anything else but these?
Ummm…no way! Could you imagine? That would get scary. We compromised and he had a sip of orange bad boy juice, and was in heaven…
…because he went from one pretty girl to another the little traitor.
Andrew was overjoyed because he has what no other first grader could possibly acquire…autographs of the graduating class of 2011. He hit up every kid, and they wrote the sweetest things. He carried his year book with him to bed.
One of the boys brought his guitar…
..and after awhile all their parents picked them up and they were all gone, and hugging and yelling “Good-bye!” like they would never see each other again. It was the easiest party ever, and so enjoyable. Mostly because, like I have said 1000 times before, these are the nicest, most polite, well-mannered kids ever. Not ONE problem, not ONE issue.
Endings and beginnings…so exciting, and bittersweet, and scary and fun all at the same time. It never stops feeling that way I don’t think, for the rest of our lives, whether we’re 14 or 42.