My daughter graduated from eighth grade tonight. I was very proud of her. As the president of her middle school’s student council she had the opportunity to address the audience and introduce the evening’s festivities.
After a few inspirational charges from school administrators, much of my evening was spent, as is the case with most of the graduation ceremonies I have attended, watching the members of my daughter’s class parade across the stage and receive a piece of paper akin to a diploma. Such an exercise requires patience.
As each student’s name was read, teachers and guidance counselors said a few things by way of biography. For example: “Mary’s favorite thing about middle school was playing in the orchestra. She wants to get good grades in high school and get accepted to a good college.” Listening to the reading of these biographies (which as far as I could tell were written by the students) helped me pass the time, but also provided a very telling glimpse of the goals, dreams, and aspirations of my daughter’s classmates.
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