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So ends a long week, a difficult week of feeling unwell and being in a great deal of pain. Tomorrow I head off to my doctor to figure out what may be going on: a resurgence of shingles? Lyme disease? Just a new phase of my fibromyalgia? No good options there…none.
But, there was so much to do in our classroom this week: finish our read aloud to get ready for our first big literary project, finish our Shay’s Rebellion movie to get set up for our Constitutional Convention newspaper project, and prepare for our very first writing celebrations. So, day after day, my kids showed up to learn and I showed up to teach. At the end of each day, I noticed that my kids were noticing me – that it was hard for me to move, and that once the teaching adrenaline crashed at the end of the period, I … well, I “didn’t look so great” (yes, Matt, you were right, and no, I was not offended). None of them said much, but my teaching days were filled with my kids’ little acts of kindness. Today, knowing that I wouldn’t be in tomorrow, they passed along gentle wishes of feel better, get well. Sixth graders are not generally known for thinking beyond their own needs and feelings, but they do… I dragged myself out of out classroom with so much gratitude for their kindness.