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8th Grade Recognition







Hi there all,
Zach had his 8th Grade Recognition on Tuesday night. He was an Advisory Representative, so he read the names of the people in his class. It was great to see the kids, all dressed up and excited. Zach also received the Presidential Award for maintaining a GPA above 3.5 and passing all four sections of the WASL. I was very proud of him.


Here are some more pictures of Kate's dance recital.

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  1. Congrats, Zach!!! I can see why all the girls are hanging around HIM!! Smart, athletic and handsome too, wow. Love the dance pics. Hope you have a good weekend, can you ??!!!
    Cathy B w/o Lou dx inoperable gbm 10/04

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  2. Wasn't it an amazing night! I can't believe they are now off to high school. I have to tell you sitting behind you; watching you with your dear Kenny I could see the light of Dave shining down. I see Zack shares Morgan's favorite teacher Mrs. Wright she has been amazing I can't believe we have to leave her behind I think she should go to high school with them.

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