The Graduate

Google Calendar is a neat app. When I got the link for the live stream for my granddaughter’s graduation, I went to it and set it up along with reminders so I’d be sure not to miss it. They came through and I didn’t.

Earlier, I’d had to go back to bed and rest for something like three-quarters of an hour. I was as refreshed as I was going to get today and was able to drink my water and get some supper (it began at 6 TT) before it started.

Pipe OrganWhen I clicked on the link on Chrome (I’d set that up, too), it wasn’t long before majestic music came from an equally majestic instrument. After the staff members of the school filed in, it changed to “Pomp and Circumstance”. Rather than the agonizingly slow step-and-a-half of days gone by, the eighth graders walked naturally into the sanctuary. Some of them walked faster than others but I guess they were more anxious to get their (as my mother would have said) “die-ploomers”.

The tributes were neat. As they were rolling, the graduates were taking flowers to their families. My DIL took a picture of (I’m sure) DS2 holding the two bouquets she got. One of them was supposed to be mine. She private messaged the picture to me on Facebook and when I asked about the roses, she messaged back, “They smell very very good!!” I told her to enjoy mine for me.

Granny Sue Flowers

After some more preliminaries, the eighth grade band got up to play “Holy, Holy, Holy”.

Holy Holy Holy

If you look just to the left of the fellow closest to the camera, that’s my granddaughter with her saxophone.

The chaplain got up to give his address to the class and he quoted one of my favorite verses from Isaiah:

But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.

Isaiah 40:31

I don’t remember everything that happened and I don’t have a program to refer to but the chorus sang and, of course, I had to get a screenshot of my granddaughter.


My granddaughter is on the front row just to the left of the director. The piece was “I Know That My Redeemer Lives”. Of course, it sounded good.

There was more speech-making by the president of the class and others.

I didn’t try to get a screenshot of her getting her diploma. That went so quickly and I just wanted to be “in the moment”.

Whoever was doing the captioning spelled the title of the head of the academy, “Principle”. That faded out, as they do, and then it came back, “Principal”. Oops!

My hope that my granddaughter would get one of the scholarships wasn’t to be fulfilled. At least the mileage will be the same since the academy is just across the street from the middle school.

Bless my sisters’ hearts! They watched along with me. One of their grandsons graduated from Johns Hopkins yesterday and I was too triflin’ to watch. As a matter of fact, I think that was during the time I went back to bed.

The rest of the day has been unremarkable. I did finish loading the dishwasher and run it. It’s too late to start on anything so I think I’ll close this out and bid one and all a good night.

4 Responses to The Graduate

  1. Lila May 20, 2016 at 6:58 am #

    I can almost smell those roses! Sorry you couldn’t be there, but so glad for streaming! I didn’t expect you to watch the Hopkins graduation, but it was impressive.

    • Tommie May 20, 2016 at 11:35 am #

      Aren’t those roses lovely? I’ve been so “out of it” lately, it’s a wonder I didn’t miss this one.

  2. Mary Jane Graves May 20, 2016 at 8:09 am #

    Aren’t we thankful for live streaming?! I was glad that somebody caught the mistake and changed it to “principal,” just for the principle of it. A school program should have it right!

    • Tommie May 20, 2016 at 11:38 am #

      Yes, we are! And, yes, a school program should have it right! It really bothers me to listen to teachers and those who call themselves teachers make glaring errors. For example, “There’s no astigmatism attached to having a baby out of wedlock.” I know I ain’t perfect but someone who is in the business of educating others should be closer than I am.

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