Yesterday was the 8th grade graduation ceremony, which one might be tempted to blow off, but as my 8th grade music teacher told us, "For some of you, this might be your last graduation."
We went, naturally.
The ceremony itself was a wee bit boring. Listing the accomplishments of 200 kids, many of whom were unknown to us, can be a time consuming task. Though hearing that Morrigan had pulled her Spanish grade up two full letter grades to make the all "A" honor roll was lovely.
We made the whole family go, which I wasn't sure was the right play, until Maggie started listing off the credits she planned to have after her name in two years. Lit a fire that ceremony did.