Last night was my school’s commencement ceremony, and it was truly one of the best I’ve attended. The speakers were excellent, the exchange students honored, the 7 valedictorians presented, and the graduates excited but under control.
The kids tossed beach balls around every once in a while, and they cheered for their friends and waved to their parents. It was a pretty incredible sight.
The class of 2008 is definitely one I bonded with much more significantly than others, thus I described the night as bittersweet. I am excited to see these kids move on to the next stage in life, but I will miss this group greatly.
I had the sincere pleasure of handing 13 students their diplomas last night (students can ask a teacher to do so instead of a board member). We smiled for the camera, gave a hug, and walked off the stage to our respective seats. Afterwards, former and current students joined the graduates along with their families, and I must’ve been photographed over a hundred times and hugged many more.
This is one of the joys we, as teachers, get to experience which no one else understands. It’s one of the greatest nights of the year, and we are a major part. We high-five the kids as they line up for their seats, hand the students their diplomas, and we get to share a once-in-a-lifetime moment with the graduates frozen in time on their mantels. It’s one of the reasons I love this job, and only other teachers really understand.