Thursday, June 21st. The last day of school…a half day. All the desks in my classroom have been pushed to either side – our book shelves are lined up on one end, too, for all the end-of-the-year-party snacks we’ve brought in. The center of the room has served, once again, as a dance floor/lounge area/meeting space for the 50 or so kids (this year’s class and visitors from years past) who cycled in all morning. We’ve had year book signings, hugs, food, dancing, tears and cheers – summer is finally here: hooray, hooray!!
The final dismissal bell for the school year has sounded, and waves of whooping and hollering kids have left the building – taking their happy celebrations first to the school grounds and then “to town.” On this beautiful June day, a perfect day to walk downtown, I could hear their voices slowly drifting off until it was absolutely still.
Our classroom is a happy wreck. My kids have been considerate about their trash, but a party has definitely been had in this space…and it shows. Before I begin the process of restoring some order, I take time to gaze at our whiteboard, and read the messages and reminders that cover every last space:
Then I retrieve a note left on my desk earlier, when there was so much going on that I simply couldn’t attend to it – process its message beyond the fact that Mia had decided that I was “the Best Block Teacher” (block stands for the three subject areas I teach: ELA/writing/social studies):
The last day of school pretty much leaves me a weepy, emotional mess. But I read this note and really lose it. Yes, the year has ended. Yes, there are things I could have done/will do better next year. BUT…it was a great year with great kids…and how wonderful that I get to do this all over again in September!!