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Today is the spouse's birthday. Yesterday we went shopping for his gift. His custom has been to delay the gift purchasing and then for the next month he buys anything that catches his eye and justifies the purchase because it is his birthday. He usually manages to acquire several good toys during the birthday spree. Yesterday was no exception. He selected a new ipad and, what the hell, I bought one for myself even though it wasn't my birthday.
The spouse also bought a metal fire pit for the patio. "I thought the girls would enjoy sitting around the fire and roasting marshmallows," he tells me. Our grandchildren, ages 5 and 6, are coming to stay with us for three weeks this summer. Nothing says fun to a five year old like sticking long metal forks into a raging fire. I've been searching yard sales for princess toys, but the spouse is going to woo them with open flames.
It has been raining for several days. We took the spouse's pickup to the Tri-Cities. The picture above resembles my view out the front window. The spouse is a charter member in the Windshield Wiper Conservation Program, or WWCP. Even in a downpour he keeps the wipers on the lowest setting. By the time the wiper finally starts to sweep across the windshield, the entire surface is covered with water. Apparently members of the WWCP believe that there are a limited number of wipes available to a motorist and it is important maintain a high reserve of PWS (potential wiper swipe). My car is eight years old. I have replaced the wipers once. I am overdue to replace the current wipers. The spouse takes this as evidence of the superiority of the WWCP method. If I had been conserving PWS I would probably still have years of usage left in my wipers. "You let those wipers scrape across a dry windshield and it rips them to shreds," the spouse tells me as we drive blindly down the highway in the rain. There's still a few more days of rain in our forecast. Tomorrow I'm going to buy new wipers, but I'm not adopting the WWCP method.
Today was graduation day at HHS. I didn't attend the ceremony, but happened to drive by the high school on my way into town and saw the students and their families taking photos and visiting on the lawn at the high school. The students who attended HHS when I was an administrator there have long since graduated, but this graduating class has several students from my days as special education director. It's another reminder that time is marching forward and nothing stays the same.
When I worked at the high school, graduation was the biggest event of the year. Thousands of people attended. There was always lots of drama leading up to the ceremony as students struggled to complete graduation requirements. There were usually two or three parents in the principal's office demanding that exceptions be made so their child could participate in the ceremony even though he or she had not completed all the requirements.
The administrative team worked hard to maintain the dignity of the ceremony and give every student his or her moment in the spotlight. Very little was left to chance. The graduates were well rehearsed and we were on the lookout for disruptive tricks. There was always someone who tried to sneak in beach balls to toss around during the ceremony, an air horn to blast when a friend received a diploma, or giant balloons to float above them. The invited guests were sometimes worse than the students and we confiscated air horns and balloons at the door. At rehearsal our students were assured that they would be escorted out of the ceremony if they participated in any of these disruptive antics. They were allowed cans of silly string and beach balls, but they could only pull them out after the last student received a diploma and the class was presented to the audience. Our students understood that graduation was important to the thousands of friends and family members who had gathered to watch, and every student deserved to be the sole center of attention for those few seconds when their name was announced and they marched across the stage to accept a handshake and their diploma. But every year the students planned something just to keep us on our toes.
My first year at the high school the principal walked me through the graduation preparations and explained why everything was so carefully choreographed. One year the ceremony was just about to start when the principal looked at the stage from the back of the room and realized that there were no diplomas on the stage. Three thousand friends and family watched as a student hurried up to the dais and deposited a cardboard box on the table. Not a fatal error, but every year after that the checklist had "Diplomas on the stage" listed to remind us.
One tradition that students have carried out for years is giving the board chair, who hands out the diplomas, a token when receiving their diplomas. The checklist got a new addition "Container for tokens" after the year that students chose to give the board chair marbles. After the first twenty-five students had handed off their marbles, the board chair had full pockets and marbles were rolling off the table. Each class tries to come up with something original to hand over. The year our first graduating class of the newly remodeled school graduated, they handed over nails to represent the two years they studied while construction was in progress. One year it was condoms...I don't know what that was supposed to represent!
It's an exciting time for students. I enjoyed seeing their smiling faces as they left the high school with their diplomas, their bright gowns blowing around them in the wind. Their future is wide open. Congratulations to the class of 2012.
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