Every morning a parade passes under my office window. This is the tenth year I've watched it change, grow, and recreate itself. Young voices, nervous in the first days and coached by adults in the do's and don'ts of the parade. By the third week, the adults have dropped back and children walk hand in hand with backpacks and, occasionally, musical instruments. There is giggling. There is drama. There is joy. There is dread. But what I will miss most about this parade in the years to come is watching young people grow, mature, and change each new school year.
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