It’s over. The 05-06 school has finished in a flurry of late-night spontaneity and ceremonial milestones. You’ll find below a collection of pictures commemorating the events. At the bottom of this post are two URLs that will allow you to browse through additional pictures, either individually or as a slide show. They include all my grad pics, the post-grad activities, and a collection of the best photos of this year’s Storch Seniors.
But let’s back up a bit to the beginning of graduation week….
The seniors and I headed to Basel for their last evening in the city.
Starbucks, no Starbucks, Starbucks…the deliberating was endless!
But the city, as always, was beautiful…
The requisite goofy picture-booth shot before we FINALLY ended up at Starbucks.
Also known as yearbook day!
Let the signing begin!! It took hours… After which two “guests” arrived. Meet Dussel and Horatio, two handsome gentlemen of uncommon humor who attempted to prophecy my future and unravel my psyche. Though they scored a couple hits, they generally failed. But shhhhh, don’t tell them. They were ever so proud of themselves.
It was a rather unusual few hours–in which I was honored to participate. The general theme, as expressed by Liz, was MFEO (which fans of “While You Were Sleeping” will recognize as “Made for each other”…). For reasons that are still a mystery to me, she and Horatio declared that they were indeed MFEO and spent the rest of the evening trying to prove it to…I’m not sure, actually. Themselves? They had moments of persuasive brilliance, as in the picture above, when Horatio seemed particularly bothered by the arm Liz placed around Dussel. Notice the latent violence and yearning in his narrowed gaze. Or is that just pre-grad zoning. Not sure….
But it all ended well, though the above picture, taken AFTER we had discussed the symbolism of a “closed fist embrace”, left me truly disappointed. (Come on, Horatio, I expect more from a romantic hero!) What’s worse than one closed fist? Two closed fists and eyes equally shut! So much for MFEO…. For your info, if anyone hugs you with closed fists, you may safely assume that he’s either scared of you or emotionally stunted. But I digress. I drove the boys back to Kandern at an insane hour.
Another sunset over Holzen, another night of trying to cram too many emotions into a ticking clock.
While some tried desperately to finish packing and cleaning (phlegs like Gracie discovered a downside to their personality type), others plowed through yearbook after yearbook in an attempt to leave something of themselves behind.
And some lucky ones received gifts from sis and bro that made the rest of us turn a nasty shade of green. (But I’m happy for you Liz, really I am….. )
It had to happen. Friday finally came….
Some tears started before they even got down the aisle…
…and others waited until the ceremony was over.
Once the seniors were off on their cruise around Basel, the alumni festivities began. I couldn’t believe how MANY of them there were who met in the gym at the end of the first World Cup soccer game!
It was a fun swing-dancing evening…and some of the dancing defied focus!
We tried to get out of the school before the graduates returned from Basel…
…but failed. Not that I minded getting to see my favorite ladies once again!!
(Note the Michelle Tebbe immitation my stomach is doing….I choose to blame the pouffy shirt.)
A couple hours later, three marvelously wonderful and slightly puffy-eyed damsels called. We headed off, one last time, to…
…the Mezzo. We commented, as we sat in our favorite restaurant at 1:30 am (while it closed around us), that it felt so “normal”…like we were just on another of our jaunts away from the dorm and would be returning soon to continue life as usual. It was hard to believe that “life as usual” had already been irreparably altered. I dropped the girls off outside the Formans’ and we said our goodbyes. Painful, searing–and yet somehow beautiful. I saw them standing by the curb, looking a little lost, as I rounded the corner and headed home.
It seemed an endless drive–I kept wanting to turn the wheel and head back to Kandern for a few more minutes…a few more final words…one last prayer…one last embrace. But that would have only extended the pain. So I stepped into my apartment a few minutes later and went straight to the windowsill where my new favorite picture stands. The Storc
h Seniors gave it to me on Monday…and it is precious to me because it represents six of the ladies I most love in this world. Late on Friday night, at the end of the insanity of graduation week, I took the frame in my hands, sat on my couch, and wept.
Thank you Gracie, Shunny, Alana, Nic, Liz, and Fi for allowing me to know you. Loving you is among the greatest gifts God has given me… I miss you already so much.
There are more pictures you’re welcome to browse at the following addresses. (NOTE: You’ll have to cut and paste…. Or you can email or IM me if you’d like me to send the links to you by email!)