It's Grad night!

What a feeling. The end of the school year is pent with emotion for many. Last night I attended a graduation ceremony celebrating the accomplishments of so many students who I remember from my first year at this school. I think I had the best first period class in my first year at this amazing school. I don't think we have ever had such an accomplished gr.12 class. The scholarship list was phenomenal. Their contributions to their community were even more phenomenal. This year alone, $70,000 was raised for cancer research at this school. Causes such as Darfour, and Myanmar were also very close to their hearts. In fact, the school participated in a Letter writing campaign to end the atrocities in Darfour. En plus, ce groupe m'a inspiré d'organiser notre première soirée internationale à cet école. Quelle aventure!

Their tireless efforts to excel in school and give back to their community did not go unnoticed. As they raised their hats in hurrah, parents, teachers and the entire world celebrated with them.

Poetry - One of my favourite poems

HOME THEY BROUGHT HER WARRIOR DEAD

Home they brought her warrior dead:
She nor swoon'd nor utter'd cry:
All her maidens, watching, said,
"She must weep or she will die."

Then they praised him, soft and low,
Call'd him worthy to be loved,
Truest friend and noblest foe;
Yet she neither spoke nor moved.

Stole a maiden from her place,
Lightly to the warrior stepped,
Took the face-cloth from the face;
Yet she neither moved nor wept.

Rose a nurse of ninety years,
Set his child upon her knee --
Like summer tempest came her tears --
"Sweet my child, I live for thee."
(Alfred, Lord Tennyson)