I usually make a point of going to graduation at the high school my kids end up going to, but this year, I HAD to go to graduation. No way was I going to miss this. Because this, dear friends, was the group of kids that we all fell in love with. This was the Class that Rocked.
I don't care if you talk to their elementary teachers, their middle school teachers, or their high school teachers, you'll get the same response - "This was the best class I've had in years." They were. I think in nine years at The School, this class, easily, was my favorite. In fact, if I look at the kids who've kept in touch with me through high school (and there are quite a few now that I actually sit down and count), most of them are from this class. My house and cat sitter, after all, is in this class!
Oh sure they had their pests and troublemakers and thugs and goobers who wouldn't work (and the Third Period Class From the Very Depths of Hell Itself), but overall, they were a great group of kids. They got along. They liked each other. They actually had some ambition. And they were nice. And a lot of fun.
Unlike previous years where we all had to find our own seats in the rafters of the University Gym where all the graduations are held, The Principal called Mr. High School Principal and asked if he could arrange for us to sit with the faculty on the floor. No problem. When Mrs. Cardinal (8th grade Social Studies) and I showed up on Saturday for the ceremony, Mr. High School Principal was so enthusiastic to see us, it was almost embarrassing. All in all about six of us went to graduation although a few others were in the rafters with family members because they had kids of their own graduating. It was fun being close to the action.
This class was impressive, earning over $2 million in scholarships. Many are going into the military. A number of mine are going into the sciences - at least two into nursing and one into wildlife biology. I ran into one of mine and asked if he remembered telling me he was going to get a Nobel Prize for science one day. He did, he said, and he was still planning on the Nobel. He got a huge scholarship and is heading to Emory.
I love these kids.
People rarely tell teachers thanks. But when we see those kids walk across that stage, especially the ones who barely scraped through 7th grade, it is it's own reward.
Bless them all.