The Class of Tomorrow
My 6th grade class ended their school year today. We viewed Spy Kids 3-D with anaglyphic glasses during which we all consumed far too much sugar and salt. Next year I will supply more fruit and veggies. Letting the kids provide lunch was a bit of a mistake.
After wreaking havoc, signing each other’s yearbooks, and playing games, we cleaned the classroom. I sat them down and quieted them for the last five minutes of the school year.
I spoke quietly to them about what the year had meant.
“This is your last moment as sixth graders. My doors are now a time portal through which you will pass into the future. Think about how you came here and what you have accomplished and reflect on its’ meaning to you. This room and your place in it will never be the same again.”
Oh well. They were a great group of kids and I will really treasure all the experiences this year brought to us.
Comments
Reading your post immediately brought back the tears to my eyes and the burning lump in my throat that I felt all day today. I really loved this group of kids and will miss them. It's hard, isn't it? Even after 15 years, I still feel this way. Honestly, I hope it never does. I have a feeling you understand what I mean.