High School Graduation Day

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Do you remember your last day of high school?  What a thrill it was.  A day filled with mixed emotions about leaving life long friends and embarking on a whole new world of friendships and adventures. There was even some anticipation, perhaps worry, for those who still faced final exams and for those who didn’t know what the next steps would hold.

Today is the final day of classes for the grade 12 students who have been riding my bus all year.  Some of them I’ve had for two years since I started this run and I will miss them.  It has been fun watching them mature over two years.  We will have cold pop and cupcakes and each one will get a card and a balloon from me.  (I might even get a hug though I can’t tell the boss because we aren’t allowed to touch the children.)

I’m always surprised how much I come to love them and care for them.  I spend over 400 hours a year with these children and while some of them don’t have a clue where I live or anything about my life I eavesdrop on their lives every day.  They talk about things on the bus that they shouldn’t.  They think I’m deaf.  I hear about struggles at home, their sex lives, their drug habits.  I know the movies they like and the music they like and even though mine wear uniforms, I have a pretty good idea of their style of dress.  I know what makes them angry and the things they look forward to.  I know their fears and their fantasies.

Today is the beginning of a whole new life for the six grads I have.  They will wander off into the world and I will likely never hear from them again though I’d love to know where they go.  I will wish them the very best and send them off with the words of Dr. Seuss’s.  If I could buy each one a copy of this book I would but that’s just not in the bus driver budget.  So here it is for you Amanda, Hunter, Sam, Jason, Donald and Michael. “Oh the Places You Will Go“.  Love and blessings to you all.

 

 

About Peggy Guiler

You just never know what show up on my blog. As the name implies it is about the stuff of life just like Spilt Milk. Everyday events spark thought and contemplation. Special events in the community, the country or the world may strike a cord and get me talking. Sometimes it's about people in my life or circumstances, sometimes about my garden, sometimes about a book or a political issue. Always it's about something I am passionate about. In my business, River of Hope Enterprises (www.riverofhopeenterprises.com), I work as an "Certified Coach" (International Coach Federation), a trainer, consultant and speaker. and as a spiritual director. I also drive a school bus to keep the wolf from the door while I build my business. I love the kids on the bus (most of the time). My family is grown and I have three grandkids who thrill my heart but I don't get to see any of them very often. Circumstances of life have made "family" difficult. My son died by suicide at age 16 in 2000 and the strain on our family relationships since has been huge. Mental health is a field where I worked for almost 22 years and where I still do some consulting and training. That combined with my own battle with depression and my son's death weave together to form some of my greatest soap box items: suicide intervention, suicide bereavement and peer support in mental health are right on the top of my list. Social justice is an underlying passion. Keeping the wolf from the door as a single parent was full-time work and my career path as a journalists was augmented with cleaning contracts, cooking, retail clerk, and bartending. I have known hard work and am grateful for the experience and perspective it has given me. A firmly grounded faith and a passion for learning has now taken me toward a new field as a Spiritual Director and I am soon adding to that a license to marry people. As I move toward retirement I am very aware that I have to keep working so I chose to do things which will meet my modest financial needs and also my love of supporting people in their life journey. Woven into all of this is my love of writing. Trained as a Journalist, and having worked in the field as a freelance news writer for many years, I have a great love for writing. This blog is a new beginning for me. As I hone my skills and begin to form a daily discipline of writing I hope it will lead to more writing in the future.
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