Gr. 8 Grad!

I never had such a thing. We were just nudged over across the field to where the high school was and expected to move on to gr. 9. Well, okay, we did have a dance in the gym from 3:30 to 4:30.

Tonight, I went to my school's graduation because I taught these kids in gr. 3. Wow! What a big deal it was too! Is there something magical here that transforms them from kid to adult in just four hours?

I mean the dresses, shoes with 4" heels, glitzy up-do hairstyles, and make-up were a sight to behold. On a few, it looked comfortably them, but for most, they were indeed struggling to pull it off. The girls have been practising how to walk on and off the stage in their new shoes for four days. A few were close to falling, but no one actually did. They were yanking up strapless gowns with no finesse and there were several tags I was dying to tuck in dresses! Someone definitely needed to work more with these awkward kids!

Ah well, they thought they were great, their parents thought they were even greater, and they all had a wonderful night!

And tomorrow, on the last day of school, as usual, the gr. 8's won't actually attend classes but will breeze into the building just to show off their hair and to emphasize the fact that they have grown up and are now beyond elementary school! It's a sort of right of passage handed down to them from the preceding class!

Good luck to all of them!

Mother of Invention, their OLD Gr. 3 teacher!