It was a nice little ceremony. The boy is in one of 3 kindergarten classes. One of the classes made a movie called “Dirty Blonde and the Ever Increasing Zombies.” At least, I think that’s it. I could be off be a word or two. Upon first seeing the title, I mentioned to the teacher that I was pretty sure the minimal rating for a movie whose title had the word “zombie” in it was ‘R.’ I was assured that not only was it quite ‘G’ rated, but also totally not scary.
I suppose if you ignore the fact that it starred 5 year old actors working on a shoe string budget, then yeah, it wasn’t scary.
The movie was very entertaining. The boy’s class did not make the movie though. His class had a slide show with pictures from throughout the year. It was funny to see pictures of him without his front teeth- that seems SOOOOO long ago now. Anyway, slide shows are generally pretty fun and this one was no exception. The music was well chosen.
Then came the big moment- when they got their name called, were handed their diploma and walked across the bridge, waved to the parents, and then went to sit and wait for chow time. This spectacle provided plenty of amusing moments. Several kids had stage fright- including one of our T-baller’s (one whom I wouldn’t have pegged as susceptible to stage fright). A few others showed off their moxy- blowing kisses to the crowd and the like. One was completely confused- he couldn’t figure out which hand to shake with, then he forgot, then remembered, then dropped his diploma, walked half-way across the bridge and decided that was a good time to stop and see the sights for awhile, then went back to get his diploma and finally crossed the bridge. All of this done in that oblivious, moment-to-moment sequencing that 5 year olds are accomplished at. He was the hit of the night. The boy, for his part, played his part with dignity- walking across the bridge, smiling to Mom, and then walked off to his seat. No muss, no fuss.
Then it was chow time, which led to the big disappointment of the night. All of my stromboli was eaten. Not even a crumb left. Maybe I’ll make 4 next year when he graduates from first grade…