Diary of a Wom'n

The great 8 shabang was...over the top to say the least.  After the graduation ceremony, we all headed off to a banquet hall for dinner and dance.  We had a DJ, dry ice, and a dancing principal.  The night was one vodka away from being a prom.  It was ridiculously extravagent for a bunch of 13-year-olds.  This makes me sound like a prude but let's not forget we're dealing with children here.  If we engage them in these activities, what messages are we indirecly sending them?  That they're entitled? That they can be indulgent on someone else's buck?  Why do people complain then when kids act this way then on a regular basis?  Does it make any sense?  We foster this environment where they grow up in and then we curse them for it.

Anyway, the last few days of school were filled with a lot of tears.  A few of my girls in particular had the water works on days in advance.  I was detached fortunately.  I learned my lesson from that day when Aziz moved away.  I was really emotional that day and the days after weren't any easier seeing an empty chair where he used to sit.  Never again, I said so when another student moved away around March, I was fine.  I held it together.

I start my ESL AQ tomorrow.  I hope it's not intense like last year's course.  I also hope the time flies this month.  I just want to get it over with and finish my part 2 and move on to part 3.

GW