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[Photos taken 05 June 2019, posted online 27 December 2019. The rain is taking all our snow away. New Year’s Eve fireworks weather is not looking promising.<\/em> ]<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After eight fine years at our local school, it was time for Anna to graduate from 10th grade. Two days prior, the whole graduating group (70-ish kids) had gone on a graduation\/team-building trip to the north of Iceland. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The trip was a roaring success, and they arrived sleep-deprived and weepy with emotion a few hours before the formal ceremony. At the graduation ceremony itself, hardly an eye was left dry in the house, as parents and past-and-present teachers talked, gifts were given, hugs were exchanged, lovely words were written in yearbooks, photos were taken, and food was eaten. (35-ish images total)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Wednesday 05 June 2019<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
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Daughter and father, at the graduation ceremony.<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n
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Earlier that day, the school-year had formally ended for the 1-9th graders.<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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School-ending-festival. That red car is a rolling car, where the kids get buckled in, and then it rolls a couple of times.<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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Inside the school, tables had been decked for the upcoming graduation.<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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First order of business post trip-return: a haircut!<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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Tightly packed in what is the school-cafeteria\/big hall.<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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The principal and past-and-present teachers.<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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The emotional weeping began early, and just continued. One of the teachers got this self-explanatory sash.<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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Anna getting her diploma.<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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Class photo #1.<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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After all the diplomas had been handed out, and a number of speeches, and gifts, it was time to eat! The feast was a potluck, and extremely yummy.<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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One of Anna’s old teachers had been going through her things and found a Certificate of Achievement she’d made when they constructed fancy towers one year. \ud83d\ude42<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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Graduation 2019.<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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Anna and a teacher.<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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The youngest home-room teacher of the three got a new broom from the class, as apparently the too-strong-for-their-own-good boys in the class had repeatedly damaged the old one.<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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Hugging huddle. Did I mention emotions were running high and raw?<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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Class photo #2.<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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Anna with her drama and English teacher.<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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Anna’s home-room teacher signing her yearbook.<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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Anna with another teacher.<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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Anna fighting back tears as her first teacher at the school signs her yearbook.<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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Anna with her first classroom teacher at the school.<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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Photos were being taken at an amazing rate!<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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There were three home-room teachers that year: “The Mom”, “The Dad” (pictured) and “The Cool Young Uncle”. “The Dad” supervised Anna’s class.<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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“The Mom” signing Anna’s yearbook.<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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So. Much. Hugging!<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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Weepy eyes all around. Awww…<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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Anna decided to take a small break from the weeping and the hugging, and played a song on the piano.<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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