Friday marked the last day of school. It was also graduation day. Having never seen how it’s done in other countries, I was pretty excited about it. The previous day was a pretty accurate indication of what to expect (sans teacher farewells), so the graduation ceremony didn’t come as a complete culture shock to me. However, Ottie and I were quite the awkward penguins when it came to the national pledge and song; we opted to put both hands behind our backs, at rest. Why don’t they teach these things in etiquette lessons? Not that I ever bothered to attend any of them…
Anyway, I discovered a cute little pond in the school that day! How had I never noticed it before? A replica of The Thinker sat above a pond frozen over. I was so close to attempting to walk across the film of ice, but the thought of potentially being drenched and miserable in -3°C weather was deterrent enough.
Naturally, photos of my last school outfit were taken there:
Last scenes of school:
It was sweet how it was apparently tradition that second graders send off the seniors. They put up a skit on Don Quixote and sang together this year.
The teachers had a post-graduation lunch, which was a feast as usual. I was lucky to be a part of it once again:
Ottie and I took a stroll along the river after lunch, mostly because there wasn’t enough space in the cars to ferry all the teachers in one go.
Sangju is a beautiful place.
Outfit photos assisted by Ottie.