Every year at the end of the school year we get a very polite note, handwritten, on our apartment’s bulletin board. It’s from the students of the nearby elementary school, who wish to inform us that they’ll be holding their annual end-of-school-year party, and that they promise to be done soon, and that we’re invited to come over and join them. Every year I think, ‘man, is it already that time again?’ and this year was no exception.
This was the first year that I actually went over to see what was going on. It’s pretty odd thinking I’m well beyond two decades away from elementary school, but the fact was driven home. Lots of Tatu playing from the PA system, and lots of girls dancing in circles, copying each other’s moves. The boys were doing Jackass-style tricks – one funny one involved one person standing in the goal, with his butt facing his friends, who then took penalty kicks trying to hit the target. What, you were elementary school students to be reading sonnets?
The evening ended right on time – as promised – with a crowd-pleasing display of fireworks. I walked the two hundred meters back to the house thinking, ‘damn, I never went to a school that’d have a fireworks display on the last day of school.’
Also, your Czech word for the day is ohňostroje, which means “fireworks.” This is not to be confused with hovňostroje which could mean something substantially worse.