Today is my last day of the regular school year. My vacation begins tomorrow morning. I just returned from graduation. It's odd. I had no bittersweet feelings as I watched. I didn't feel much at all...just thankful that, as of tomorrow, I will have a taste of freedom. I handed out roses, hugged students, had my picture taken, met family members and am now back at work - preparing to clean out my office. In a few hours I will check-in for my flight home. I will be traveling light - only my laptop and a duffel bag with wheels. My dad will pick me up at the airport. I've given him instructions to bring my sports card with him so we can stop at the store on our way home and I can buy my yearly fishing license. As soon as we pull into my parents' driveway I plan on dumping my stuff in the breezeway and hopping on the pontoon. Oh, how I hope it's not raining. I'm tired of rain.
Watching the senior slide show tonight took me down memory lane a little bit. There were several baby and childhood photos of the students mixed in with images from their years here at SCS. Several of the kids mentioned how quickly their school years flew by. I can agree with that. I can remember my first day of school (30+ years ago) as a five year old who still sucked her thumb. I also remember my brother's first day of school, ten years later. I was so apprehensive about him entering kindergarten. I didn't want anything or anyone to hurt him. The thought of someone being mean to my "little boy" made my stomach hurt. As he got on the bus that first morning, my grandma smiled and took pictures and I stood at her side and cried.
Anyway...a couple of pictures in honor of school days...
Watching the senior slide show tonight took me down memory lane a little bit. There were several baby and childhood photos of the students mixed in with images from their years here at SCS. Several of the kids mentioned how quickly their school years flew by. I can agree with that. I can remember my first day of school (30+ years ago) as a five year old who still sucked her thumb. I also remember my brother's first day of school, ten years later. I was so apprehensive about him entering kindergarten. I didn't want anything or anyone to hurt him. The thought of someone being mean to my "little boy" made my stomach hurt. As he got on the bus that first morning, my grandma smiled and took pictures and I stood at her side and cried.
Anyway...a couple of pictures in honor of school days...
First Day of School - Big Sister
Ten years later - waiting for the bus
First Day of School - Little Brother
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