Pomp and Circumstance

I think it pretty unanimous that seventh grade for most people was just downright awful. Interview strangers and friends alike and the year of school nominated as the worst is always seventh.

My friend K is graduating from college on Saturday. She generously bought a plane ticket for me and I am flying to the midwest to watch her walk and to later celebrate with her her hard earned degree. For some philanthropic reason, she has chosen to teach fifth grade reading. Give this woman and hand and a prayer, too. She will be terrific and I am confident that the kids who pass through her classroom will not only have learned how to diagram sentences and comma splices, the difference between prose and poetry, love of good literature, but they will recall that at least one thing was good about their seventh grade year: Mrs. K.

Congratulations, K. It hasn't been easy to work, study, and raise a family. I can't wait to see you in a cap and gown, my friend. All the best (and I promise we're moving back soon).

While I am away, I have invited several guest bloggers to post in my absence. I will still be viewing and commenting, but no posting. Have fun with the show and remember the rules :D