A quick post this morning (!) before I head out the door. I can't blog from school (heaven forbid the filtering software allow this) and won't be home until late this evening.
Tonight is what I affectionately call "The Suzanne Show!" It's really an awards night for seniors who have taken challenging courses, maintained a high GPA, and completed a large scale project. I suppose it's really more of a "rewards night," because these kids have had their noses to the grindstone since their first day of kindergarten...and now it's time to recognize them. They're usually very lovely kids and I'm happy to hang a medal around the neck of each one of them and watch the superintendent beam.
My partner in all of this, "Suzanne," has always felt this program was hers. For the most part, I don't mind. I do all the "behind the scenes" stuff (record keeping, document preparation, communications with staff...), and she steps out to take as much credit as she can. (This is not to say that she doesn't do a significant amount of work during the year.) In the end, it's about the kids, so I usually just nod and smile when I hear her or others talk about "her" program and what a wonderful job she did this year.
This is my ninth and final year of preparing and watching "The Suzanne Show!" I have now seen a few hundred graduates receive significant recognition and heard Suzanne's "I'm Irish so I'm allowed to cry" speech many times. I wish this year's crop of kids well, but I will also walk away tonight tired and happy that I don't ever have to make a "Suzanne Show" happen again.
Besides, I get a 4-day weekend as a reward. Cheers!