On the last day of school, Henry had a Moving Up ceremony which marked the end of his middle school career and the beginning of his high school career.
The ceremony was held in his school's auditorium and it wasn't easy to get photos. (again. I am ALWAYS apologizing for my terrible photos.)
The class marched into the room to Pomp and Circumstance, but they didn't have to wear caps or gowns.
There was a musical performance by the eighth grade chorus and two student speakers, both of whom were terrifically impressive.
After the students spoke, they made very humorous predictions about what each of their classmates would be doing ten years from now.
Henry's prediction was that he would be acting as restaurant critic since he is an adventurous eater and will try anything.
I thought that was pretty appropriate.
Once again, my shots of the actual awarding of the diplomas came out blurry. I had to stand up quickly and use my ancient telephoto lens which doesn't like any sort of movement or action. If only they could stand still for a few seconds before moving on to the next student!
Gordy had to go to work, but Henry had anther couple of hours left of school and then he and I were going to a reception at an eighth grader's house.
I, very giddily, used the time to head over to Bloomingdales and do a little shop, during which time "Gordy" bought me a birthday present.
He is so thoughtful.
And so now I have a high schooler.
Here's an interesting fact: next year I'll have a high schooler, a middle schooler and an elementary schooler. If we could adopt a college student and a pre-schooler, we'd have a full set.
Henry is ready for high school. He had a great Eighth Grade year. He loved his new school, he had great academic success, and he did an amazing job of balancing all his school work with a long, long, long commute and playing on two hockey teams.
His school continues on to high school and his class size will double. Freshman year should be great.