As this school year progressed, I saw more and more evidence of this as they began treating each other like they would treat their brothers and sisters--they would bicker and squabble and the typical stuff, but there was an abounding "esprit de corps" that was almost tangible. This really manifested itself first at Camp Tecumseh, and especially during times like Track and Field Day. We would all cheer on whoever was representing us, and I loved seeing the transformation from a group of kids who were a little bit disparate at the beginning, but which, after time, became...well, a family.
This morning I told the kids that next year they would be scattered all over the place on different teams at Clay, that they'd never be all together again. One boy muttered underneath his breath, "I wish we could." Frankly, I wish we could too. But hopefully everyone came away from this year with some indelible memories, and that like all families who grow up and move away from home, those memories will flood back just when they need them most. Not just for them, but for me.
And to you parents, I want to thank you for your overwhelming support this school year. You guys were very patient with me, overwhelmingly helpful any time I needed anything, and incredibly generous. Thank you so much.
And please, as a wise man often says, remember to be well, do good work, and keep in touch.