Tuesday, June 23, 2009
A got to take the day off of school on Monday which was probably the best thing to her. We went into London for H’s final graduation ceremony. The lunch was at the same location the others have been but it felt more festive since this was it. Many of H’s classmates brought their parents from far off places. I was visiting with one of his friends’ mother who had travelled from Greece for the ceremony. It was the first time she had been to England. As we talked she apologized because she said this was the only time she had ever used her English. I was amazed at how well she spoke. I always think if pushed to speak French, the only language I have studied for any length of time I could say things like “Where is the airport?” and “I love your hat” (who can forget chapeau once they learn that word). I don’t think I would be able to tell a stranger in French that my son was learning how to make all of our traditional family dishes as this woman told me. Like me, she was also amazed at how international the group is at the school.
It’s hard to believe how quickly he completed the courses. We are so proud of him.