A couple of weeks ago, we had a very traditional graduation ceremony at the American ambassador's residence. The big kids in the Fish class graduated from preschool for real and were dressed appropriately.
The rest of us were well-combed and in our best outfits, which was a good thing as we were all called onto stage to shake hands with the teachers and receive our diplomas.
The audience of parents was sheering and crying and filming.
Siblings in the audience didn't cry as much as the parents did.
But they did sheer. At least Antonia did.
Difficult to say, though, if the sheering was for us students and the songs we performed or for the fun of playing with dad's glasses.
This is my class. Alas, Florence, who's next to me in this pic as well as most of the time in real life, is about to move to KL. Very sad.
And these are my teachers: Pani Ewa, pani Kasia and pani Danuta.
The rest of us were well-combed and in our best outfits, which was a good thing as we were all called onto stage to shake hands with the teachers and receive our diplomas.
The audience of parents was sheering and crying and filming. 
Siblings in the audience didn't cry as much as the parents did.
But they did sheer. At least Antonia did. 
Difficult to say, though, if the sheering was for us students and the songs we performed or for the fun of playing with dad's glasses.
This is my class. Alas, Florence, who's next to me in this pic as well as most of the time in real life, is about to move to KL. Very sad.
And these are my teachers: Pani Ewa, pani Kasia and pani Danuta.
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