My daughter graduated from high school last weekend. Her older siblings made a surprise visit from Utah to see her graduate so we had a weekend full of fun.
We have our graduation exercises on the football field at our high school. Two years ago, for my older daughter's graduation, it rained and rained. And, to top it off, my youngest daughter barfed all over the man sitting in front of us. This year, thankfully, the weather was perfect and no one was sick.
I enjoyed the speech by a local elementary school principal who said they'd learned most of what they needed to know in elementary school. He shared valuable advice tied to each letter of the alphabet. It was a fun speech.
We don't have a valedictorian or a salutatorian because the administration didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings (yet, kids are cut from the football team, only a handful start for basketball, and I've comforted more than one child who didn't make it into the high school play so I'm not sure why we don't have the traditional valedictorian and salutatorian). Instead, the kids choose a classmate to speak (and doesn't that hurt kids' feelings?) and this particular young man gave a speech that was all over the place. I'm still not sure what he was talking about. However, the speeches by two young women chosen by the faculty were completely inappropriate. Filled with sexual innuendos, digs at conservatives who attended a rally for John McCain (students came specifically to this rally held at the high school to berate, belittle, and harass McCain supporters using profanity and showing vulgar signs and were incensed when asked to tone it down or leave), and then went on to say how they could now add the "hot" teachers on Facebook and even named a teacher (who's married) that they'd be adding. Their speeches were immature, rude, and embarrassing. However, they weren't surprising, which is a sad statement for our high school.
Fortunately, none of this dampened our excitement and pride as child #4 received her diploma. I was very proud of her. She worked hard and we had a huge celebration for her graduation.
Here are some photos:
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Wednesday, June 10, 2009
A Memorable Graduation
Our graduation started with a nice rain storm. Thankfully, it didn't include lightning and thunder. Then, my youngest daughter felt sick and barfed all over the guy sitting in front of us just before my graduate was about to receive her diploma. My sister and her husband saved the day and whisked my little daughter to the bathroom so I could see my other daughter graduate. Yes, it was memorable--it was the rainy, barfy graduation.
This is my daughter's group of friends dubbed "The Fab Five." They performed together in the plays, hung out together, and had classes together. A really fun group of kids. I'll miss them.
My daughter with her cousin who graduated a few days earlier from another high school. They've grown up together. My sister sent out a similar photo when my nephew graduated and everyone wanted to know if they were dating. They both thought that was the most disgusting idea ever--definitely not kissing cousins.
My graduation count: 3 down, 7 to go.
All in all, even with the rain and barfing, it was a wonderful ceremony and an exciting end to their high school careers.
This is my daughter's group of friends dubbed "The Fab Five." They performed together in the plays, hung out together, and had classes together. A really fun group of kids. I'll miss them.
My daughter with her cousin who graduated a few days earlier from another high school. They've grown up together. My sister sent out a similar photo when my nephew graduated and everyone wanted to know if they were dating. They both thought that was the most disgusting idea ever--definitely not kissing cousins.My graduation count: 3 down, 7 to go.
All in all, even with the rain and barfing, it was a wonderful ceremony and an exciting end to their high school careers.
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