Our school had 8th grade graduation on Friday. I am completely against the idea of the ‘graduation’ because really, it’s 8th grade. I’m fine with some sort of moving-up ceremony, but is it necessary to have the whole cap and gown thing? In any case, I have no control over this, but at least this year they managed to finish it in an hour (last year it was 3 hours!!!). This group had all the kids from my very first set of classes, some of them have grown so much in just these few years, it was a little strange to think that this was it and I won’t see most of them again.
After the ceremony there were the pictures and the hugs and all of that jazz. I was doing just fine until my Hell-raiser from last year came over to give me a hug. He thanked me and told me I was the only teacher who ‘gave a shit’ about him (his exact words) and told me he would miss me next year. Yeah, that’s when I lost it…cried like a little baby girl. That kid has a very steep hill to climb in his life and I really hope he makes it.