The End of Middle School.... High School AHOY

Actually, I DO have something to write about.

So the kid is about to "graduate" from his current school, which he has attended for seven years.  It's been a great place for him.  I really like the feel of the community there, and I appreciate the education he's received.  I get emotional thinking about him leaving.  For the last few months I've felt myself pulling away, even dwelling on some of the small things that I don't like about the place, but I know I'm just doing that to make the leaving less difficult.  Not working very well.

The school conducts a formal graduation ceremony for the 8th graders and the kids are expected to dress nicely.  Two nights ago he tried on the whole shebang--his suit, (which I bought him last year for his Dr. Who costume), new dress shirt, clip on tie (he's 14, give me a break here), etc.  I almost bawled.  When I look at him I still see that round-faced drooly big-eyed 5 month old eager to be picked up.  That baby is wearing a SUIT!  And in two days he will be wearing it in front of us as he graduates.  Bring kleenex.

Speaking of graduation ceremonies.... I know people who are dismissive of commencement ceremonies that occur below the high school level.  I think they may be coming at this from their criticism of a world that now rewards "achievement" for participation and showing up, etc.  Well, I don't care to debate all that business just now, but I will say that I think it's appropriate that the 8th graders at my son's school get a nice send-off.  Because the school is K-8, many of them have been there together for a long time, and because it is private and draws from all over,  now they split up to go their separate ways.  I think the class of 42 students will be attending 10 different high schools next year.

Speaking of high school, last week we attended an ice cream social at the school he'll be attending.  I am really pleased with his choice and excited about his attendance next year!  I was bouncing off the walls, so it is probably a good thing that my son and his six other classmates shunned their parents and went to sit elsewhere.  Don't worry kid, I have four long years to embarrass you; no need to get an early start.