Graduations are a special time; it’s a congratulations on the work you’ve done, what you’ve achieved, and a step up to the next level. I’ve been graduating from schools, “moving up,” ever since June, 1990 when I left special school for Hampton Elementary. (Sadly, I could not find our 1990 photo album so I could scan in a pic… oh well, keep looking I suppose!)
So the first picture you see here is me, graduating from Hampton Elementary School in June, 1995. The woman in front of me with the “diplomas” was my 5th grade teacher.
Diplomas got to be much better in my new middle/high school, St. Paul’s School for Girls, as I found out when I graduated from 8th grade in June, 1998. The woman handing me the diploma was our headmistress, same one in picture #5.
I decided to be more extravagant for my high school graduation because it really is a bigger deal. No more grammar school at all; I’m legally through! This diploma means something in the real world, but I’m not going off to work, I’m going off for more schooling. :) But this next school in my succession upward, Washington College, is much different from the White Oak-Hampton or Hampton-SPSG switches; I have to live there. Therefore, high school graduation isn’t just passing more courses but a shove into independent living.
I’ll stop babbling now and show you the pics. Pic #3 is me standing with my class in the graduation garden, June 2002. One of our “graduation festivities” was that those of us seniors who sang with the school choir, the Saints, would serenade the rest of the class and audience (picture #4.) And finally, the most important one, me being handed my high school diploma by our headmistress, June, 2002!
