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All Saints Episcopal School - April 15, 2013


A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM - Join us Thursday for this special Middle School drama performance! ONE NIGHT ONLY! April 18, 2013 - 6:30 PM in the Assembly Hall. The performance will last approximately 40 minutes and will not have an intermission. Suggested donation for this performance is $5 per person. All proceeds will go to a charity chosen by our student actors. Our students have been practicing very hard - Incredible costumes and make-up will provide a feast for the eyes - DON'T MISS THIS FABULOUS SHOW!


WOW! And it was! Great weather - great food - great FUN! Special thanks to Carnival Chair Stephanie Daleo, the entire carnival committee, and all of our parent and student volunteers for making this year's carnival such a success! A complete Carnival report will be included in the 2012-2013 Annual Report hitting news stands in August. Click on the Smilebox below for a few scenes from Friday afternoon.


Our virtue for the month of April is PERSEVERANCE. This past Friday morning, we were visited by one of our Baptist Hospital "Partners in Education" volunteers. Becky Seymour gave a wonderful talk in chapel about our virtue and then read this fabulous poem. Our students and faculty enjoyed it so much we thought we'd share it with our entire community. Enjoy!

    The Race

      attributed to Dr. D.H. "Dee" Groberg

    Whenever I start to hang my head in front of failure’s face,
    my downward fall is broken by the memory of a race.
    A children’s race, young boys, young men; how I remember well,
    excitement sure, but also fear, it wasn’t hard to tell.
    They all lined up so full of hope, each thought to win that race
    or tie for first, or if not that, at least take second place.
    Their parents watched from off the side, each cheering for their son,
    and each boy hoped to show his folks that he would be the one.

    The whistle blew and off they flew, like chariots of fire,
    to win, to be the hero there, was each young boy’s desire.
    One boy in particular, whose dad was in the crowd,
    was running in the lead and thought “My dad will be so proud.”
    But as he speeded down the field and crossed a shallow dip,
    the little boy who thought he’d win, lost his step and slipped.
    Trying hard to catch himself, his arms flew everyplace,
    and midst the laughter of the crowd he fell flat on his face.

    As he fell, his hope fell too; he couldn’t win it now.
    Humiliated, he just wished to disappear somehow.

    But as he fell his dad stood up and showed his anxious face,
    which to the boy so clearly said, “Get up and win that race!”
    He quickly rose, no damage done, behind a bit that’s all,
    and ran with all his mind and might to make up for his fall.

    So anxious to restore himself, to catch up and to win,
    his mind went faster than his legs. He slipped and fell again.
    He wished that he had quit before with only one disgrace.
    “I’m hopeless as a runner now, I shouldn’t try to race.”

    But through the laughing crowd he searched and found his father’s face
    with a steady look that said again, “Get up and win that race!”
    So he jumped up to try again, ten yards behind the last.
    “If I’m to gain those yards,” he thought, “I’ve got to run real fast!”

    Exceeding everything he had, he regained eight, then ten...
    but trying hard to catch the lead, he slipped and fell again.
    Defeat! He lay there silently. A tear dropped from his eye.
    “There’s no sense running anymore! Three strikes I’m out! Why try?
    I’ve lost, so what’s the use?” he thought. “I’ll live with my disgrace.”

    But then he thought about his dad, who soon he’d have to face.

    “Get up,” an echo sounded low, “you haven’t lost at all,
    for all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall.
    Get up!” the echo urged him on, “Get up and take your place!
    You were not meant for failure here! Get up and win that race!”

    So, up he rose to run once more, refusing to forfeit,
    and he resolved that win or lose, at least he wouldn’t quit.
    So far behind the others now, the most he’d ever been,
    still he gave it all he had and ran like he could win.
    Three times he’d fallen stumbling, three times he rose again.
    Too far behind to hope to win, he still ran to the end.

    They cheered another boy who crossed the line and won first place,
    head high and proud and happy -- no falling, no disgrace.

    But, when the fallen youngster crossed the line, in last place,
    the crowd gave him a greater cheer for finishing the race.
    And even though he came in last with head bowed low, unproud,
    you would have thought he’d won the race, to listen to the crowd.
    And to his dad he sadly said, “I didn’t do so well.”
    “To me, you won,” his father said. “You rose each time you fell.”

    And now when things seem dark and bleak and difficult to face,
    the memory of that little boy helps me in my own race.
    For all of life is like that race, with ups and downs and all.
    And all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall.
    And when depression and despair shout loudly in my face,
    another voice within me says, “Get up and win that race!”


ACHIEVEMENT TEST WEEK! Remember the four B's for a successful testing week....

  1. Bedtime - try to turn in a little earlier for a good night's sleep!
  2. Breakfast - lots of protein in the morning will keep tummies full and brains working!
  3. Be on time - we all feel more calm when we can start the day without feeling rushed!
  4. Be your BEST - all of these B's will help students stay focused and free from distractions.