Parents’ Post A Newsletter for Parents and Friends of The Thacher School
Year’s End 2005
Dear Parents and Friends:
and overhanging oaks of the Outdoor UUnder Theatretheonestars night this May, the Thacher Chorus sang
ing moon and its craters, three shooting stars—those moments when time ceases to exist? Or do you count (among other award-winning tunes in their repertoire) double the others, so intense, so packed with meaning a single, intriguing line: “How do you measure a year?” and import—the triple overtime or the fiery debate in It’s a difficult question, even posed mellifluously—and history class, the race to the single stake and back to not merely because with our “year,” it’s actually hard the finish line?) For each student and faculty member, to calculate how many fewer than 525,600 minutes the answer is different. But together, many “years” are ours is. (Do you count those transcendent moments condensed into one, as each of us strives to make it, as on the playing field or in a yoga position, or when Mr. Thacher used to say, “the best year yet.” Whether you’re on a writing roll in an English essay, or up at or not 2004-05 qualifies, it certainly had some memoObservatory Hill gazing through a telescope at Ursula rable moments—a few of which we’ve aimed to catch Major, the Gemini Twins, Jupiter, Saturn, the wax- for you in these pages.