Danielle Bishop Bishop 1
February 14, 2003
LA 1, Period 2
My graduation assembly, on June 6,
2002, was one of the saddest moments of my life and a huge step as well. It
took place in our (St. Matthew) church. During this assembly, on graduation
day, all of the classes give each individual a gift of appreciation and good
luck. My eighth grade class sat on the front steps with great appreciation. All
the girls on one side and the boys sat on the other. We were all dressed in our
uniforms for the last time with tears running down our faces.
During this assembly all my
girlfriends and I sat on the steps saying to ourselves, “I’m not going to cry,
I’m not going to cry” when truth be told, we knew we would. As each teacher
stepped up to present their class’s gifts it was hard to say goodbye to them
because half of the teachers we had grown up with for all our years at St.
Matthew. Many of the women teachers cried as well as our mothers sitting in the
pews. None of the boys cried, which was to be expected, but they would always
look down the row at us girls and say, “Wow, the girls are really crying.”
As the kindergarten class stepped up to present it was extremely
emotional because we had spent a lot of time that year with the kindergartners
and it was difficult to part with those adorable, young, innocent faces who
didn’t understand why we were all crying. As for the teacher, Ms. Prepotente,
it was more difficult since we grew up with her every step of grade school.
Most of us had a feeling of loss of childhood by leaving
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this kindergarten
class. We weren’t close this way with any of the other classes, but when second
grade came up it was tough because of the depressing song they sang. Each year
Ms. McClosky has her students sing the same song to the graduating class about
being friends forever. None of us thought we’d cry during the song since we
have heard it so many times, but wouldn’t you know it, we did. The other
teacher it was most difficult to say goodbye to was the fourth grade teacher,
Ms. Herber. We had her for sixth grade
her very first year at St. Matthew. She cried as she presented her class, as so
did we. We all had so much fun in her classroom no matter what we did, so we
felt like the entertainment would never be the same as it was in that sixth
grade classroom.
As each class passed out their gifts
we girls were all crying and saying, “I’m not leaving this class, its too hard
and it hurts too much, I can’t leave.” It hurt so much to leave a class like
ours, so tied together and everyone got along wonderfully. In that one hour it
seemed like it was only a few days ago we were in kindergarten saying goodbye
to our mommies. Then here we were starting a new journey of being a teenager in
a different, bigger place with new people we didn’t know. In that short period
of time, so much flashed before our eyes that we didn’t realize how important
they were to us. By the end of the assembly all the boys came over and gave us
all hugs, like they were our brothers, saying, “It’s going to be alright,
everything will be fine.” When in that moment nothing was fine. We were leaving
our friends we had had for nine years. At that point all of us were so scared
to move onto high school, but we knew we’d be alright as long as we had our
friend’s support.
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The assembly really showed our class how close we were and how
important friendships really are. It showed us how much we cared for one another
and how we were all supporting one another through this change of schools and
of life. We knew we were growing up fast and nothing could change that. I don’t
think the assembly could’ve
turned out any
better or worse. The assembly was a great time for goodbyes and I enjoyed it a
lot.
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