Summertime and the living is
easy hot, humid and one very long school holiday break – or vacation as they say here in Hotlanta, USA.
There’s a 104 days of Summer Vacation,
And school comes along just to end it.
So the annual problem for our generation,
Is finding a good way to spend it.
So starts the Phineas and Ferb song that rattles around my head as I panic about the weeks ahead and how to fill them.
Thankfully there are not quite 104 days ONLY 77 phew.
Like maybe …
Building a rocket,
or fighting a mummy,
or climbing up the Eiffel Tower.
Discovering something that doesn’t exist,
or giving a monkey a shower.
Surfing tidal waves,
Or locating Frankenstein’s brain.
Finding a dodo bird,
Painting a continent,
Or driving our sister insane.
In our house we only need one brother to drive one sister insane or the other way around as the case may be.
Come August 7th, which frankly although I may enjoy the first few weeks of the school holidays, I will be willing to arrive quickly with various fibres of my being, I will have a fifth grader and a first grader returning for their second American school year experience.
Between today and August 7th when they depart at 7.24am on the yellow school bus to resume their scholastic activities, they shall be known as a ‘rising 5th grader’ and a ‘rising 1st grader’. I only hope they rise to the occasion and get along for the intervening weeks.
Today is of course a whole lot more exciting if this is it – finito – you are done with the school years that the government and generally your parents think you should undertake for a basic level of educational instruction. You will be a High School Graduate and good on you for all those years of undertaking learning with various levels of enthusiasm.
As with all things American I am finding this requires special celebratory activities. Not the least of which is widespread acknowledgement of your achievement of graduation by your micro community, the set of streets you live in, known in these parts as your neighbourhood.
I present to you the Class of 2013 High School graduates as seen on every street corner of our corner of East Cobb.*
Is this America wide or just our little corner?
What happens if you don’t get into College – lots of focus seems to be on where to next? Don’t you wish just one said
Bar tending and surfing for a year
with accompanying picture of a long board or is that just me?
With the exception of a couple of clever recyclers, what happens to these banners after they are used? Do they get cut up and shared by all?
But you just can’t help get caught up in it all. As I left on my walk/run this morning I came across my neighbour decking her home with balloons to celebrate her high schooler’s graduation. Decorations in the colour of the college you will attend is apparently traditional. It was hard not to feel pleased and excited for her and all those thousands of dollars of college education coming her way.**
Then I went past our own school on my loop, car park was overflowing due to the Grade 5 graduation going on inside –
I guess I have 12 months to find out where to buy car crayons.
* These photos were taken from the road on my run this morning (except the night shot – taken on my walk Monday night to the supermarket) on main roads, I didn’t jump a fence, step in a garden or leave the footpath to take any of these.
** I asked her if I could take a photo to record the moment and she was happy for me to do so.