One of the major event that takes up a boatload of my time right off the bat with each new school year is homecoming.
Lucky for me, I am not in charge of ALL of homecoming, but I am in charge of the seniors (choosing the 10 on the court and the master and mistress of ceremony as well as getting convertibles and organizing them for the homecoming parade/game, AND doing the final vote for king and queen), getting all court members lined up and ready to go for the parade, and running homecoming halftime.
It means a lot of little details, phone calls, planning.
And this year? This year I signed on to do a surprise staff drumline performance during the homecoming pep assembly.
Once school was over, it was time to think about the homecoming parade. Instead of going home, I loaded my car with homecoming crowns and scepters and capes and scripts and tape and many other random things we may need and headed over to the park where the parade was lining up.
And of course, just like last year, Cortney and Eddie came out for the first half of the game. This year thought? Instead of just being a small, squishy baby who just laid in his carrier? Eddie wanted to get out and RUN!
On my drive home, I thought about how much had changed even though at the same time? It hadn't at all.
I have been senior class adviser for going on 5 years now. This is my first year doing it solo (my co-adviser was moved to a different building). I was proud of myself for pulling it off (although I am equally happy that Marcia showed up and helped me hand out the flowers to the court).
Even though all of the five homecomings followed the exact same traditions? It seems like there is always something slightly different.
Three years ago there was a new principal.
Also three years ago, I got home from the game and found out I was pregnant.
Last year I had a baby.
This year I was alone in the prep work and execution.
During all the hullabaloo of the planning, part of me wanted this to be my last year. It was a lot of hard work.
But at the same time, the relieved feeling when it's over, the excitement on the kids' faces, the fun of seeing how my life changes even though the traditions remain the same...
all those things sort of make it worth it.
If graduation goes this well, I will probably be back for homecoming '11 next year. If not, we'll just be in the stands.