Tonight was the senior recognition dinner for our soon-to-be graduates. Because our students come from two different high schools, we like to have our own celebration at the end of the year. It's more for the teachers than for the students. It makes us forget -- for one evening -- just how aggravating some of them have been all year.
One girl who took three semesters to finish her last class -- P.E. -- showed up in a dress that left no doubt as to her physical fitness. Because I rarely think before I speak, when she came in and said to me, "Were we supposed to dress up? I'm kinda dressy," I replied, "No, you're KINDA dressed."
One family immediately began fighting over the lollipops that made up the centerpiece. Then they took the vase full of Skittles that held the centerpiece. Then other families followed suit.
One girl went up on stage barefoot to accept her goodie bag.
But one young man called all the teachers together at the end and told us how much he appreciated us and how awesome our school is. I didn't expect that, especially from him.
Those are the stories we like to remember.