I am sitting here in my class. My last day as a first grade teacher. I am listening to the Sundays on my ipod, and they are singing, "Here's Where the Story Ends"...how fitting-some could say it's a coincidence, but nothing is really a coincidence is it?
The kids are talking about spelling "hamburger"-is it UR or ER. They are talking about colors of crayons--what colors make a rainbow. Is rainbow a compound word? They are tired and restless, anxious and excited.
Tired, restless, anxious, excited...
I feel that way.
8 years of my heart and soul.
I grew.
I learned.
I climbed.
I fell.
I got back up.
I climbed.
I fell.
I got back up.
I will walk out tonight no longer a first grade teacher on this staff, but a first grade teacher in my heart for always. I will take the lessons I have learned with me...and I will walk forward.
but...actually-
Next year, my class is on the second floor.
It's time...
to start climbing again.
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