Been quite a week. I once again fought the distracted angst that comes with trying to go about life as usual while Rudy is undergoing something at UCLA. I found it hard to sleep in the quiet of our room without Rudy’s compressor humming all night—somewhere in the early morning hours I realized I could just turn it on without him there, but found that troubling for some reason. It’s great to have him back home. No trip to the hospital is without its souvenirs, but this time it’s mostly just band-aids and some pen marks where the team tried to find pulses and map out possible IV sites.
The most noticeable thing was that the travel and time in the hospital interrupted our routine of sleep and meds. In addition, Rudy spiked a fever overnight (a common side effect of getting a vein coiled), so I sat up with him as he fussed for a few hours early this morning. It’s coming up on 5pm and I’m fading fast…
I expect quite a bit of excitement to greet me on my return home as today was the last day of school for the big kids. As if the day didn’t hold enough excitement, we woke to rain (very out of season in SB)! From what I could overhear on the phone, summer vacation is being welcomed with vigorous enthusiasm. As significant as this week was for Rudy, it shouldn’t overshadow the great job our kids did with all that was asked of them this year. As this marks Wilson’s exit from elementary school, I thought it fitting to close by including the speech he gave at his promotion ceremony this week. Quite the orator, my son!
Good Evening, my name is Wilson Geyling. I’ve been at La Patera for two years. My family moved a lot, so I was nervous as ever coming to a new school. But by the first week, I knew that this was the best out of the three elementary schools I had been to.
On my first day I remember sitting alone on the obstacle course, trying to contemplate on how I felt about this new school. Then Brandon P., Brandon R., Damien, and Anthony C. came up to me and asked if I wanted to kick the soccer ball against the backstop. I kept thinking about how this was so rare, and I wasn’t about to pass this chance up. So from that day on, I had my new group of friends at La Patera. That year, fifth grade carried on with awesome Science lessons and projects, new Social Studies units (everyone was surprised when I became excited for Social Studies), the State report, and tons of other fun activities. But nothing was a match for what would become the last trip to Monterey. I thought this could never get better and I thought I was right when people said we were going to CIMI. I kind of thought the whole school must have lost it if they were excited about going to Simi Valley and breathing smog for a whole week. Once everyone started laughing, I knew I did something wrong. And when they said Catalina Island, I shot through the ceiling.
So then sixth grade became a roadblock to Catalina, but it was a fun roadblock. It was filled with country and endangered animal reports, math game boards, and the graduation which I’m attending today. But the one reason I’ll never forget sixth grade is because during that year, my baby brother, Rudy, was diagnosed with Hypoplastic Left Heart Syndrome. And for six months I had either a parent, relative or a close friend to come over and watch my siblings and I. And it was for six months that I could come to school, to friends who would ask about Rudy everyday, and I could come and have some real fun. Finally in April, all of that paid off when Rudy came home.
I want to thank my fifth grade teacher, Ms. Peattie, who retired last year, Mrs. Taigi, my sixth grade teacher and also anyone who worked in the cafeteria, who could bring light to a bad day with some dang good enchiladas. But mostly I want to thank my friends, who are ready to encourage me and have fun—even if I need to explain to them that Jimmy Page is the guitarist for Led Zeppelin (not the Who) and they need to explain to me that a Lamborghini is a sports car (not an Italian cooking utensil).
I hope that one day everyone will be able to experience this great school.