Sam Moves Onward and Upward

Sam graduated from 5th grade today, which means he’s headed out to middle school next year. (He also got a packet of homework from said middle school in the mail today, but I figured I wouldn’t tell him about that until next week.)

Oh, I'm sorry. I mean, "He was promoted from 5th grade..."

Oh, I’m sorry. I mean, “He was promoted from 5th grade…”

We headed off to his graduati— promotion ceremony this morning, which I thought would be cool, but no big deal. It totally surprised me when I had to fight back tears. The ceremony was really nice. Each student had written one or two sentences thanking someone who had helped them in their education and the principal read each of them as they got their certificates.

Some kids thanked their parents or siblings. Some thanked teachers or other staff. Sam thanked his instrumental music teacher for helping him to “get the courage to play a solo and become a musician.” The whole thing was really incredibly touching—up to and including the song at the end that was all about being different and being okay. [sob]

(It would have been more touching had the jerk in front of me not held his iPad up in front of me for much of the ceremony to take video. Seriously. People who think they are more important than everyone else in the room are incredibly frustrating. This guy’s phone also rang (loudly) TWICE and then he HAD A CONVERSATION ON THE PHONE TWICE during the ceremony. It was truly obnoxious and a good lesson in why I hate most people.)

Afterward, the school had a “clap out” for the 5th graders where all the other students and the parents gathered and, well, we clapped as each student had his or her name called and they had their moment to leave the school in front of everyone.

Some kids danced across, some twirled, some were super silly. Sam set a land speed record.

Some kids danced across, some twirled, some were super silly. Sam set a land speed record.

The kids in Sam’s program have been all together in the same class for two years, so the group was pretty tight. A couple of the parents were so kind as to host a party for Sam’s class at one of their houses. It was a really nice end to the day and the year.

Plus, there were chickens at the party.

She was soft and nice. I liked her.

She was soft and nice. I liked her.

It was also at the party that I realized that the top of Sam’s head has reached nose height on me. I find this unacceptable.

To sum up:

1. Sam is a middle schooler.
2. I cry at everything.
3. Sam’s middle school is an overachieving jerk that assigns homework riiiight as the last year ends.
4. Fifth graders don’t graduate, they get promoted.
5. Don’t be a dick at promotion ceremonies.
6. If a group of kids ends a promotion ceremony with a song about being nice to kids who are different, I will dissolve.
7. I cry at everything.
8. Sam is too tall.
9. Chickens are awesome.

13 thoughts on “Sam Moves Onward and Upward

  1. That picture of you and the chicken makes me cry because you are nice and pretty and I miss you. If you sang a song about being nice to that chicken I would cry really hard. Also, hooray for Sam!

    • ♪ ♫ Chickens! Chickens are great! Sometimes chickens feel all alooooooone…when they’re in their coooop…but they just need looooooove. Chickens! Chickens are great! Chiiiiiiiccckkkkeeeeeeeennnnnssss! ♪ ♫

  2. Congrats to Sam! He really looks like a middle schooler. I hope the new school is as great as the old.

    Also, backyard chickens are very cool. I didn’t know they had a song.

  3. Oh, and I might have gently tapped iPad guy on the shoulder and said, “I’m sure you don’t realize this; however I can’t see the ceremony. Would you mind standing in the back?”
    If he truly didn’t realize, he might even have thanked you. There is that hope…

    • There is hope. But after his phone *rang* twice and he then carried on conversations TWICE, it occurred to me that he really didn’t care about anyone but himself.

      • I know. It’s as if we are just learning the etiquette about these cell phones.
        True story: At a conference last month, one attendee started a very loud conversation during a presentation. She was at the back of the room, so I guess she didn’t realize we could hear her.
        Fortunately, a very nice guy walked back, and politely asked her to please continue her call outside. While we could still hear her, we could also hear the presentation! :)
        Of course, I occasionally forget to place my phone on DND. No one is perfect.

  4. I’m kind of glad I was NOT with you at the PROMOTION ceremony because I would have had to verbally bitch-slap iPad guy for being a total tool. Congratulations to all for what sounds like an amazing day (except for the SELFISH AND STUPID actions of iPad guy). I can’t believe how much your three amazing kids have grown. <3 to all! Thank you for sharing the event with us. Now if you could get back to posting more GERPILE (new word) photos. Pretty please?

  5. Way to go, Sam!

    I also like chickens. Except it is weird to hold them and feel the…chicken right under the feathers. Makes me think of recipes.

  6. Wow!! Way to go Sam…and mom! I love the photos. You’re right. He got tall! I remember when all our boys were just little squirts. Now they are getting promoted and wearing man-size shoes and making us cry (with joy)!!

  7. Chicken party! Chicken party! Ain’t no party like a chicken party ’cause a chicken party don’t stop!
    A chicken would never block your view at a promotion ceremony with its iPad. Chickens are considerate that way.
    I wish you’d taken a picture of Asshole Promotion Ceremony Guy and posted it on here. I have a mental image of him and I’d like to see if it matches the reality.

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