About the graduation-thing I talked about in a prior post. Not much to report about, really. I said most of the following in a comment to the other post, but anyway, there are some pictures.Our hero with his diploma and some of the other proud graduates.
With one hour long speeches and prominent guests, and also some 38 new teachers to go prepare a bunch of idiot kids to a world of pain.
There even was a drama display, montage, collage sorta avant-garde shit, I don't know, where they danced and yelled and moved some furniture around. Something about The Five Ages of life, and a nice lady who told a story about this guy who got lost in a world of light, Loke and Odin sorta stuff. The young teacher got himself quite a few nice presents, some of them nicer than others. (Yes, those are money notes.)
Then all of a sudden, Simon entered the podium, and held a speech for us. About the Superhero Approach to the teaching process. About the great power of being an educator, and the great responsibility it includes. Later in the evening, between the three courses of the Galla Dinner, there were further entertainment, and all of a sudden, our hero comes to the podium, again, with a nice black guitar, singing us a song about - guess what? - superheroes. Later I found out that the guitar was a prensent from his mum.
Simon still is Mother's favourite, as I'm sure you can tell from this picture.
I am, as you know, the original Man of Steel, but one or two tears escaped my eyes along the way. I am a proud and very humble father. I respect this young man, and I wish him all luck in the future, I'll smear the tribe totems with the proper substances and will mention him in my prayers.
Aged men always look at younger men with much awe and a quiet resignation, and that would be my stupid excuse for the fact that I sometimes weep like a girl. So what if I do it at my own flesh and blood's graduation Galla Show, Three Course dinner and stuff?
There were nappies around, and I only blew my nose in the table cloth four times.
Most of the event took place between two black ravens sitting on a log on the far end wall of the dining hall, stuffed and kept clean and very life-like, and the two father's of the Free School movement, the Honourable N.F.S. Grundtvig
... and the pioneer educator Christen Kold, the master mind behind the mid-nineteenth century seperatist school movement
... present and attending the festivity and celebration from the opposite wall.
A couple of Dannebrogs, as well, the socalled World's Oldest Flag, which is a myth. Incidentally the 15th of June is Denmark's National Flag Day, named after one of the old kings, Valdemar (no Voldemort jokes, please).
The story goes Dannebrog fell down from the skies, in Estonia, Lyndanisse 15th of June the year of our Lord 1219 as an omen. Nice story, only, the flag, obviously, did not actually fall down from the skies; the red and white omen was really the banners and shirts of the Maltese Knights Hospitallers, coming to the rescue and turning the luck of the battle to the Danish knight's favour. After this battle, Estonia was a part of Denmark for a long time.
By the way, the weather was quite nice, which was good because most of the events took place outdoors. They do have very beautiful sorroundings on campus. It's an old and highly estimated school. Campus. To the right you see the Hammock Tree. Yes, those are hammocks, and they are quite comfortable too.
So, what now, Simon?
He doesn't really know. He is, of course, looking for a job, but usually it takes perhaps three months before newly graduates get their first jobs. He is also looking for somewhere to live. His student residence expires in August. I'm sure most of you have been in similar situations in your youth. Do you remember? I most certainly do!
Simon in his humble abode.
Where ever he will be going next, he'll need a place big enough for all
his guitars and amplifiers, comic books and stuff.
(And yes, the black semi acoustic is the one he got from his mother as a graduation present.)
All in all, it was a very good conclusion of five years, and it's a long time since I have seen Simon smiling so much and for so long as he did that day. Makes my heart feel good. Makes me happy.
A day to remember.