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They file in with trepidation, urged on by shouts of welcome from the sixth graders within the room – these are the soon-not-to-be-fifth-graders, touring their new school. Nervous, curious, perhaps a bit excited, too, they gaze about our classroom, taking in the books, posters, pictures and projects which fill our learning space from one end to the other. My sixth graders look on with equal amazement – were we ever THAT small? did we look THAT anxious? was there ever such a time when this room and this building were THAT strange, THAT intimidating? Yes, Yes, and YES! I say to myself…yes indeed, all of THAT was you, just about a year ago, too!
The eighth grade Honor Society tour guides take the scene in as well – feeling the passage of time in the faces of the fifth and sixth graders alike. Here they are, ready to leave the middle school, preparing for the next phase of their school lives – they look on fondly, knowingly, wistfully. Once, this was their room, too. Once, they had walked in with trepidation and excitement. Once, they had made their sixth grade memories within these walls – there are pictures of these memories,still, all over the walls. And once, they too had left our room with all the confidence and contentment of a year spent learning about so much…about who they were and who they wanted to be and how they learned best.
I watch the scene and take it all in, wanting to hold on to the moment for as long as I can – there they are, my past, present and future.