I didn't destroy a Death Star or anything like that, but I did just get through the fifth grade.
And that's not easy, even if you're not me.
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Afterward there was a reception for the fifth and sixth graders under a huge white tent in the back of the school.
All the kids found their parents, and I didn't mind at all when Mom and Dad hugged me like crazy,
or when Via wrapped her arms around me and swung me left and right about twenty times.
Then Poppa and Tata hugged me, and Aunt Kate and Uncle Po, and Uncle Ben—everyone kind of teary-eyed and wet-cheeked.
But Miranda was the funniest: she was crying more than anyone and squeezed me so tight
that Via had to practically pry her off of me, which made them both laugh.
Everyone started taking pictures of me and pulling out their Flips, and then Dad got me, Summer, and Jack together for a group shot.
We put our arms around each other's shoulders, and for the first time I can remember, I wasn't even thinking about my face.
I was just smiling a big fat happy smile for all the different cameras clicking away at me.
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