I’m not waiting for Black Sabbath like these girls from Almost Famous, but I’m just as excited.
It IS all happening! Unbelievably,
exhaustingly, and FAST…it most assuredly is all happening. But as it turns out,
this happening requires a lot of work…A.LOT.OF.WORK. and no one’s doing it with
quite the flare as Kate Hudson and friends. In case you’ve ever wondered what
goes into the undoing of a school library, here’s a glimpse of the it...happening.
We even put our kids to work!
And in the spirit of outing with the old, I’d like to say a
huge CONGRATULATIONS and a super big THANK YOU to some very special seniors…ahem…graduates…that
served as a big part of this year’s library staff.
Alondra; Nayeli; Cierra and Ashley; Bridget, Jocelyn, and
Adrian; Adam and Noe; Selena; Brian; Courtney and Laurin:
You guys were a great help to Ms. McCrary and me this year! From welcoming
patrons to the CHS Library where you were happy to serve to running errands,
delivering fine notices, processing books, and packing boxes, we could not have
done this year without you. I wish you all the best and hope you’ll look
fondly on your time at the CHS Library.
To Hannah (babysitter extraordinaire), Judy, and Tony:
You
guys are still my go-to guys. I don’t know how they’ll do StuCo without you
next year. You are amazing leaders, and I look forward to hearing about all
your future successes.
As a child, my mom insisted on purchasing
graduation cards with the poem If by
Rudyard Kipling. In our small town with one pharmacy (I use the term loosely as
it also served as our town’s clothing store, toy department, and wedding
registry—complete with fine china), we were limited on card options, but she
held out and drove at least an hour if necessary to find the few cards offering
Kipling’s words of advice. I grew to love that poem, and I still find it greatly
apropos for graduates. Sadly, I haven’t seen it offered on cards in years, and
I’m afraid it’s nearly obsolete. To my graduates…all of them…I offer it now as
my wish and prayer for you.
IF
By Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
