It’s that time of year when a mix of emotions and excitement fill the air. The air may be in gymnasiums or a football field.
The air of graduation permeates not only the senior student but the senior members as well.
All across the country, there will be students walking across the stage with the intent of getting together for their class reunion and discuss and reminisce about the good ole days of high school.
It never fails to stir my emotions and memory of days gone by at Bernardo School with so few students that it eventually joined with Columbus. I can remember my first and fourth- grade teachers. What happened to the second and third-grade teachers? My first and fourth- grade teachers also taught the second and third-graders. It stirs my emotions and memories of leaving my little safe space at Bernardo to go to the fifth grade to play music. I went from a class of six to a classroom of 30 students. I can recount in vivid detail the many milestones from elementary, to junior high, to high school.
It stirs my emotions and memories as I can recall walking across the stage with diploma in hand and not really considering what lay ahead of me and the realities that awaited me. Some good, some bad.
However, nothing stirs my emotions and memories more than listening to the school alma mater being played at this time of year as the hard truth sets in that I will never come this way again. It’s like the Army in a way, I suppose. You hate it while you are in it, yet you miss it after you are out.
It seems like I remembered it was all last week that I graduated in ’74.
I just can’t seem to remember much about yesterday.
Ephesians 2:12-13, “That at that time ye were without Christ, being aliens from the commonwealth of Israel, and stranger from the covenants of promise, having no hope, and without God in the world: But now in Christ Jesus ye who sometimes were far off are made nigh by the blood of Christ.”
