The quarter three Honors Awards assembly was held today for every high-achieving kid in grades 3 — 5. So, the students from my classroom with perfect attendance filed up to the stage as I called out their names. They shook hands, collected their certificates of merit, and lined up for photos. They were followed by my Honor Roll students who did the same. I couldn’t see my class. I was on stage passing out the awards and they were lined up just a little ahead of me to the right. After the program was over I was informed that none of my students smiled.
Hmmm. You know what? I can live with that.
The very first student assembly I ever participated in as a teacher with students representing her work has left an indelible picture in my mind. Let me recreate that picture for you:
Envision seven strong, sturdy young men standing shoulder to shoulder upon the stage. They are all wearing crisp white shirts, pressed and creased black dress pants. Their faces are clean and shining. Their hair is just so. Their voices are lovely as they sing, “Home is Nevada.” And the boy at the very end of the line is on his tippy-toes trying to pry his underwear out of his butt crack.
The audience loved it. His mother and I, not so much.