Hello,
So today was the last day of school and it has not hit me yet. The day rushed by pretty quickly. I started off the day by having the students take their post math test and then having them grade it from their pretest. We watched the end of 5th grade slideshow while they worked on their writing projects. (timeline including 5 events from the past year) After that they started packing up and they collected their chameleons. I gave them their final awards and they headed home without a single tear being shed. It was surreal and I know I haven't yet digested the fact that I will not teach these 15 amazing people again. I believe in my brain, I still expect to see them bright and early tomorrow and if not that Monday. There is a part of me that wishes I would cry, wishes I would feel something. I do not know what I'm more afraid of...that it will hit me in a couple of weeks and I will have a major breakdown or that it will never hit me at all. The former would be heartbreak, but the latter is almost more scary. I truly love all of the students and the fact that I am not crying that I will never teach them again is strange. Perhaps, the waterworks will come and I believe in that moment I may feel relieved.
I guess that is all I have to say. There is nothing else, except I am slowly taking my room apart bit by bit. I'm not looking forward to summer as it will be a lot of time with little to do, but hopefully some of my friends return and I can at least hang out some days.
Take care
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