I even volunteered to make cookies or muffins (because what all 6 year olds need is loads of sugar at 10 am). I'd stupidly figured that the event was the day after all my projects and chem final would be over, so I'd be free the evening before to bake. I didn't stop to realize that not only would I be exhausted but that my kitchen would still be a huge mess from several nights of no time to clean. So instead of making banana bread, we ended up running to the store to buy some yummy (but expensive) muffins before heading to school the next morning. I felt better about this when I saw that just about everyone else who brought in food had also purchased it.
Gareth had been singing songs that they'd perform at the event for the couple of weeks before and was generally very excited about it. All the Kindergarten kids filed in, the principal spoke briefly, the kids sang "You're a Grand Old Flag", complete with Nazi salute to the flag at the end (someone obviously wasn't thinking clearly when they made that choreography decision), a teacher read something, one room read all their names, Gareth's teacher read something, another room read all their names, the principal read a poem he'd written, and Gareth's teacher read his class's names, then the kids sang a song, and then ended with a song about moving to first grade sung to the tune of "New York, New York". This idea must've come from the common core because my cousin's daughter sang exactly the same thing in North Carolina. The children were all very cute. Gareth was in the front row, so he could easily see Malcolm and me (who were in the very back in case I needed to make a quick exit with Malcolm), and he was pretty excited that we could see him and he us I think.
|Gareth getting his certificate|