Summary
I didn't get an eighth-grade graduation. In fact, the only acknowledgment of this non-event came with my dad sniffing, "I dropped out in eighth grade."
I bring this up because eighth-grade graduation, at my son's Catholic school anyway, has grown into a very big deal. Actually, it's a preposterously big deal. And I mean nothing even remotely critical when I say that the good women who elevated this once low- key ceremony into a gala celebration are people with far too much time on their hands.See the full content of this document
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John Bogert: Finding Room for Holy Spirit at Grad Time
Somehow, mothers at this school have gone - during our rewarding 18-year association with the place - from women who work to women (educated, smart, talented and good looking) who assemble yearbooks, take class pictures, order caps and gowns and organize graduation ac...
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