This morning, at seven o’clock, Gwyneth and I donned our polyester caps and gowns; caps and gowns that were promptly thrown off two hours later at the conclusion of our commencement ceremony—the cap in a victorious toss High School Musical style, and the gown in an attempt to alleviate heat stroke after sitting in 90 degree temperature for two hours.
But your girls graduated!
287 days ago we stepped onto the cultured grounds of Loudoun County High School and embarked on a one year journey through an American public high school. Having gone to every single school day, a shameful act properly given its due when “Leslie” Allen neglected to stand up during the “Excellence in Attendance” portion of the graduation, our mark on LCHS can be seen through two color-coordinating hand prints, two Varsity letters, and an appearance on the top ten percent list.
Gretchen and Madeline were stunned when they learned that they would not be attending our graduation.
“But it’s a pinnacle part of their lives!” Gretchen protested.
“I don’t even want to go,” Mom countered.
The feeling was mutual. We were sorely tempted to walk down the ramp and continue right on walking to the parking lot.
“It’s just a straight shot to certain freedom,” I implored to Mom. She was tempted as well. Nevertheless we lasted through the whole ceremony with zero fleeing attempts.
Wells was a big fan of our caps and gowns. More so than anyone ever should be.
We forwent the stereotypical leis and flowers and opted for succulents.
Our little kindergarden graduate!
The last four years were nothing like High School Musical.