On 15 May, my grandson 's kindergarten put on their end of the year school play. As I understand it, four kindergarten classes participated. It was well attended by parents and families. Good job.
The stage was the assembly area, which is also the school cafeteria. They had to stay on schedule because as soon as the play ended they had to set the area back into the eating area.
My youngest grandson was there to show his support for his older brother. Whatever the older brothers are doing, he is up for. You can tell by his look, he seriously pays attention.
The young lad in the middle, with the flower on his head is the star of the show from this families viewpoint.
The play was somewhat of a musical. The kids sang songs and pantomimed various motions. The play (scene) was a garden and the kids represented flowers, vegetables and perhaps some other plants. I was taking pictures, and not necessarily paying attention.
The fan club follows every line, alert and ready to applaud on cue.
Mom and younger brother number 1.
Dad and younger brother number 2.
There were a lot of people present even though it was a school/work day. They seemed to enjoy the show. As I write this, behind schedule these Kindergartners are now next years crop of First Graders as school ended yesterday.
The Graduation followed a show put on by preschool children. It started with all of the participants lining up on the stage. Our star seemed to have a lot of problem with his tongue, it kept roaming all over his face.
Here is a picture of Our Star surrounded by some of his friends and or associates up on stage.
As a group they recited or sang various lines and songs, some of which required coordinated movements.
Some movements were more coordinated than others. As a grandfather, I was impressed. They moved and sang almost as good as the kindergartners I watched a week earlier.
It would appear that leaving the stage required the same tongue movements as mounting the stage.
Here they are in their gowns ready to receive their certificates. They were divided into their classroom groups. This is the group Our Star was in.
Here he is posing with his teacher. When this year started, Our Star did not want to go as his teacher from the previous year was not returning. He figured if she wasn't going to be there neither was he. He seems to have recovered from that idea as he liked his "new" teacher very much.
Our Star
