Today the 8th grade at my daughters Waldorf school graduates. They’ve had a hard run of it changing teachers several times when the Waldorf ideal is one teacher from first through eighth. I don’t actually know ant of these students by name.
It’s the last class like that until the one starting next year. I’m planning to watch graduations through the class of 2017.
My daughter’s will be 2015.
And that’s not even high school. But if previous classes are any example these kids can be more ready to go out into the world than high school grads. Maybe some college grads.
It’s another piece of why we go to this struggling little school.
I’m going to cry today watching kids I hardly know. Par for the course I guess.
Oops, I was wrong. I do know two of the girls now that I’m looking at them. My mistake. :-)
Oh, I know how this feels. I cry at graduations now, even when it’s not my kids, and at concerts, and when I see two-year-olds out being themselves with parents or grandparents in tow. … There was an adorable little boy at the Comfort Food Cafe the other day, and he was flirting with me and was just so happy and so full of good spirits … I love to see kids like that.
I have so much fun watching little kids. And listening to them.