Dear KES Family:
What defines a good year? Is it prizes and championships, scholarships and university acceptances? Having just seen Grade 10 students Ben Fleckenstein and Justin Betance spontaneously throw their arms around each for an exuberant end-of-year hug, perhaps the measuring stick is simple: good friends, good memories, and a feeling of joyous accomplishment. A good year is that eruption of positive emotion one feels when a job is well done and freedom awaits. The yardsticks of success are both personal and collective. Summertime beckons.
I will miss this grad class. I know in my heart that they will thrive in the years to come, but there is a strange heaviness in me. You know that feeling when you say goodbye to a loved one at the airport? You know that little bit of heaviness as you turn away at the security gate and walk back to the car – they move on, their adventure begins, their life is separate from yours? Same thing. It is always tougher for those who stay behind.
The crows who live on campus always stay behind. Generation after generation they have witnessed more graduations on this campus than anyone. I consider it a compliment that they no longer squawk or caw when I walk by them. Maybe a tilted head, or a little hop away, but they seem to accept me as one of the clan. I take my cues from them and remember the old superstition about the crows at the Tower of London – all will be well with the British Empire as long as the crows are in good shape. I am happy to report, as I do every year at this time, that the crows at KES are doing well.