Well, graduation day is drawing near, and thankfully most of our seniors have emerged unscathed from what I affectionately ( or perhaps cruelly) refer to as "the stupid season."
If all goes well, each of our 500+ graduates will line up and cross the stage on Saturday morning.
Crossing the stage is really symbolic, isn't it? Leaving one stage of life behind for some new hope, new promise, new opportunity... That which is left behind is known, but what lies ahead is heavy with possibility.
A few words along those lines from colleague Dorothy Blodgett (who admittedly lifted the ideas from others): "Graduation is called a COMMENCEMENT. This means that it is the beginning of the rest of your life, not just the end of your public school education."
I like it, indeed!
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