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Lisa, Victoria, and Heidi backstage |
I haven’t changed my mind. Calling a ceremony for fifth
graders “graduation” is not right. But, before I get all worked up and say stuff
as only guys from Essex can, let me clarify.
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with Helena, the stage manager |
Like many other schools worldwide, ISA celebrates the
accomplishments of its fifth graders with a ceremony attended by parents,
grandparents, friends, and the rising fourth graders. They call it their "graduation". Therein lies the problem.
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with Lisa in the wings |
Like any graduation, the ceremony features processionals,
music, speeches, tears, and the awarding of “diplomas” (although to their credit,
no one called the rather officious looking certificates that).
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some of the "graduates" of 5JT |
A rather famous Brit once said that a rose by any other name
would smell as sweet. I am willing to get down from my high-horse long enough
to admit that the whole affair was awesome. Part of me thinks that for the
amount of money parents pay in tuition, ostentatious displays are part and
parcel. But the emotional old-man in me appreciated the very unique opportunity
to publicly reward every one of my children for all their effort and
achievement.
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A object-lesson... |
Graduation is what happens upon completion of one’s
education. It is not what milestones should be labeled. That said, I was pretty
darn proud of them.
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...in metaphor
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