The End is Near

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Have you ever heard children tattle before?  It’s a screeching sound, almost like a mad cat or fingernails on a chalkboard or even the squeak of fingers rubbing against a balloon.  Are your jaws locking yet?  Mine are in a perpetual state of lock.

Take the 1 child tattling, multiply by 20, divide by one teacher’s sanity, find the ratio per hour, and measure it for good will.  Now show your work and explain how you got your answer. Wait a minute, Common Core just slipped into my psyche…ugg.

"I use my brain." Let me count the ways I love this kid!  This is just one of them.

“I use my brain.”
Let me count the ways I love this kid! This is just one of them.

 

So we’re on the final countdown.  Thursday is my last day with the students, and by Friday afternoon, another school year will be in the books.  This may be the fastest school year I’ve ever had.  I truly cannot believe we’re finishing this week, but it’s that time.  Time to say goodbye to a precious group of children, time to finish what I started ten months ago.  I think the hardest part is knowing I have to start over again in August.  We work so hard taking the children from very small, timid, just out of Kindergarten, little ones to reading like a top, taller, more mature, almost second graders.  It’s hard to start over each year but that is the nature of the beast, and that is my job.  My job is to take humans from point A to point B with as much growth possible in between.

My mantra through much of life…the hard stuff anyway…is ‘this time tomorrow, it will all be over.’  When I think I can’t survive 150 first graders on a picnic or a difficult time in any part of life, I just tell myself, ‘you can do it…this time tomorrow it will all be over.’  Believe it or not, it helps.  The thing is, this time next week, it will all be over.  This school year will be done, and if I’m totally honest, I’m not ready to see this group go.  They’ve been fascinating, inquisitive, helpful beyond belief.  I’ll be sad to see them leave my room on that last day.

The opposite of this time tomorrow is to enjoy every minute of every day.  I think it’s a blessing to be able to stop and smell the roses.  It takes a little bit of effort to stop, to breathe, to take it all in.  I’ll savor the last hugs, the final hand-written love notes and precious drawings.  I’ll cherish their smiles and giddiness over the idea of summer break.  I’ll do my best to enjoy each day this week…even as they tattle…because I’m aware that it will be this time tomorrow in a blink.

“Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.”

Dr. Seuss

 

 

 

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