Yesterday was Miss Sparkle’s last day of ninth grade. It left her a little melancholy. It left me a little melancholy as well. A whole year passed so quickly. I never cease to be amazed at how quickly the time goes.
I confess that I was happy to be relieved of the additional time burden that driving back and forth to Sheyenne High School imposed on my schedule. Next year, Cheyenne will be at West Fargo High School – a mere handful of minutes away from our house. I am almost gleeful about this. I am not gleeful that Cheyenne has to change schools again, but this is what West Fargo School District came up with as a short-term fix – all the 9th graders were at Sheyenne High School this past school year.
Now Cheyenne will be in a new high school as a sophomore. I am sure she will be fine. A good chunk of her STEM friends (her 6th-8th grade academic home) will go with her to West Fargo High School, but not all of them. That was concerning me for a bit, but I realized today that those STEM bonds will never leave her.
Yesterday, Cheyenne and a group of former STEMers attended a gathering they instigated at the field behind their old school. A number of their former teachers and their former principal attended as well. It seemed like a simple little gathering, but it sure did mean an awful lot to Cheyenne and her friends. The STEM program always had a heart of its own and it beats on even though the kids are in high school and the teachers have been distributed to different sites around the district. Once a STEMer, always a STEMer.
What a fabulous legacy for the West Fargo School District’s STEM Program.
A mini-STEM reunion on the last day of ninth grade.
Day one thousand four hundred and twenty-three of the new forty – obla di obla da