Summer begins for me in just three weeks, and although I'm keeping The Countdown private, I find myself feeling sentimental about the end of this particular school year. This post is personal.
Not long ago, I was at a neighborhood playground with my family, and I witnessed a child protesting about why he had to leave after his mother told him that it was time to go. I understood how he felt, after all he was enjoying his time outdoors on a beautiful Spring day. I also understood that he just wanted more time...more time to climb, to swing, to run around, and to just be a kid.
As I think about transitioning to Middle School come August, I feel a bit like that boy at the playground. I wish I had more time to spend with some students of the past. The things I've learned over the years would surely come in handy if I had the chance to teach former students again. I could correct mistakes that I made. I could establish stronger relationships with them. I could be more effective as a teacher. Just one more lesson...one more project...one more class meeting...
I also wish I had more time to spend with some colleagues of the past. I can't help but think about my late grade partner in particular and how excited she would be to move along with me to a Middle School setting. We could have continued to grow as professionals and as friends had cancer not taken her. Just one more field trip...one more staff meeting...one more hallway conversation...
All I can do is look ahead to the future and think hopefully about the relationships I'll build with my new students and colleagues. And I will cherish the time I get to spend with all of them.
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