Showing posts with label schools. Show all posts
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schools 2087/88, new kindy class and senior skills testing

Spotlight on this year’s newest little scholars, and also our seniors as they prepare to enter life and work in adulthood. 



Delilah Gibson - daughter of Bella & Cameron Gibson (social) likes nail polish and dance class

Blaine Quick - son of Kennedy Quick and Edmund Acosta (social) likes boy scouts and sleepovers

3rd quarter grades and graduation, spring 2087

June 11, 2087. Congratulations to this year's graduates: Selena SosaDallas Deppiesse, Liza Hathe, and Marcus Sylvester

* grades at the end

Tonight we gather at the theater hall of the Casbah Arts Center in San Myshuno, California to celebrate graduates from the nation's universities and high schools. Students and their families have traveled from near and far to commemorate this great occasion.

2nd quarter grades, winter 2087


This is the middle grade class at Fort Palms School, the largest and rowdiest school district in the country. Due to overcrowding and an extreme range of population demographics and clashing personalities, this district is rarely easy for teachers to manage. For a moment, all is calm in the science room. Let's just say that they're studying atmospheric science and this is the calm before the storm.

1st quarter grades, fall 2086

Saturday, November 30th, 2086. 8:00 a.m.

Senior Skills Testing Exams and Graduation Advisory Sessions

Minimum skill points to graduate: 18.0
Minimum GPA: 68%
re-takes available: January 25, 2087

first day jitters

September 2086. Willow Nova is 5, Stephanie is 26. Jessica Pendleton is 24. 


If you would have asked Stephanie a few years ago, she never would have guessed that she'd now be one of those Instagram moms who post pictures of carefully crafted school lunches for her children, made with love and fresh organic produce from her own garden. Surprise, surprise. Perhaps there were a lot of things never would have guessed about how her life would turn out from a few years back.

Willow hovered behind her in the kitchen, bouncing and giggling with anticipation. "Can I have a cookie in my lunch?"

"Of course," Stephanie said. "But promise me that you'll eat your fruit first."

"I promise!"