Of course, the handprints aren't really the cause of their pride, it's the notion of completing something that makes this day special. These students have been making marks for years, and only now are they able to step back and see their work in the legacy perspective. They still have sixty days to go, and the concept of actually leaving high school forever is still overly fantastical, but it's still the first of many lasts on the way as the Spring leaps forward.
(And yet, as they finish their moment of camaraderie , they make plans to hunt each other down with water guns all weekend. I suppose no moment lasts forever.)
In other news, BHS ran a stellar "America Bowl" for local elementary/middle school children to test their brain power. Also, I think I broke a yo-yo.
With that, it's time for the shortest weekend of the year (literally), another run (16 miles), another dance (sophomores), and a leap into the future (daylight savings).