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I trudge up the stairs early this Tuesday morning, backpack and bags loaded down for the week. We’ve been on Easter Break since Thursday – four days ago, which is a long time, really, in the lives of my sixth graders.
As I make my way down the long sixth grade hallway and to our room, my thoughts are crowded and harum-scarum. Will they remember where we last left off in our read aloud? or our Social Studies unit on the Industrial Revolution? Will they remember that we are to begin our Argument Writing unit, and be as excited about the prospect as they were the week before?
The hallway is still, the classroom dark, and I turn the key. In the cool grey light of early morning, our room is in shadows, it is quiet and waiting. Soon, they will be here, my children…they will jostle and shout, they will yawn and complain about having to wake up early again, they will be bursting with stories about what they did and who they saw and why they are sad to be back.
It will be noisy today. It will be a day to call on the angels of patience and understanding. It will be a day of: “I can’t believe I am here!”, “Man, I wish we had another day to relax!”, “I am so tired already!”, and “I wish we’d had another day!”.
“Did you miss us?” someone will ask, and they will smile and guffaw in disbelief when I say, “Yes, actually, I did.”
And I will look out at my classroom full of sixth graders, in all their uncontainable exuberance, their exasperating and unpredictable ways, and I will be the only one in Room 202 to know the truth of this: I missed them, and this is why I teach.