We have a little tradition at MereCo we like to call "Class Day". Okay, so this is a BIG tradition. In fact, it's often considered one of the most important traditions a Meredith girl will experience during her four years in that safe little gated wonderland. Here are a few favorite snapshots and moments from my senior Class Day.
Class Day is for seniors and their Lil Sis class (the sophomores) to celebrate their sisterly bond the day before graduation.
The sophomores rise at 4 AM to gather daisy and ivy to begin making the largest daisy chains you'll ever see.
That's my Lil Sis, with the curly hair, helping to carry the daisy chain into the amphitheatre.
The seniors proceed in, each wearing a black glove on their left hand to represent their oddness (a tradition for odd year graduating classes only).
After much talk and many a speech and serenade the seniors proceed onto the green and form a giant circle, holding hands.
The Lil Sis class picks the daisy chain back up and carries it down to stand amidst the circle of seniors.
The sophomores walk the daisy chain around inside the circle twice before placing it down in the center to spell out the Roman numerals that represent the seniors graduation year.
After the sophomores exit the circle, daisy chain still in the middle, the seniors raise hands counting up to their graduation year, and then race into the circle to take all the flowers off the chain. It's a bit of a madness with girlie squeals and daisies flying everywhere. But it's all in the name of the traditions that bond us together.
My Lil, Lizzy.
My Lil, Meaghan.
"But we know now that no matter how far we traveled on our own separate paths, somehow we would always find our way back to each other, and with that, we could get through anything."
(Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants)
My best friend at MereCo, Kim. We're like peanut butter and jelly, or chocolate and peanut butter depending on where your tastes reside.
Looking back now I feel like our lives have changed because they had to, and that the real magic of the onyx was in bearing witness to all of this and in somehow holding us together when it felt like nothing would ever be the same again.
(Adapted from The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants)
What traditions do you treasure?