10 May 2006

Why I love my daughter's school

Thursday night was her school's annual talent show. As always, she did a piano piece, and did great.

But that wasn't the best part. This was:

For every performance, every other kid in the place--and parents too--cheered loudly.

Didn't matter how well they did, didn't matter if they were first graders line dancing or a fifth grader telling corny jokes or piano players at any level or a seventh grader rockin' out to licks of Motley Crue or an eighth grader so emotional at his last performance on the stage he's haunted for the past three years' worth of talent shows and Christmas plays that he
forgot some of the lyrics to his song.

Every time: Loud cheers. Wolf whistles. Claps. Pretend lighters held in the air.

That sense of community is just priceless. In so many schools today, it's just not there.

My daughter's school may be the smallest in the school system here. It may be the oldest building.

But it--hands down--has the best atmosphere, and by far the most caring student body, teachers, and parents, I've ever seen.

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