Sarah graduates today. She's not a child prodigy on her way to Harvard. Her school has 8th grade graduation. She left today with her make up in her bag (because heaven forbid she actually wear it to school for no reason) and her Christmas dress over one arm. The girls all get dressed after lunch and the ceremony is at one.
We've invited the grandparents and Steve is taking a half day from work. We might take the kids out for dinner if we're feeling flush.
That's about all the celebrating we'll do. We're not big 8th grade graduation people.
Oh, I was going to paint my toe nails in honor of the day, but I can't find my red polish.
But I am proud of her. Middle school has been really hard for her. She's having trouble balancing her work and her reading, what she needs to listen to and what she can tune out. She came very close to having to attend summer school this year but managed to pull herself back from the brink with a week of catch up work.
I also had to have her banned from the school library. I should have done it sooner. The librarian informed me that besides the two to three books she was bringing home every day, she was reading at least one or two during the day.
I don't think she realizes there's no Guinness record for most books read.