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In a few hours, we will be boarding a bus bound for the Bronx Zoo.
On the journey there, I will be listening closely to your chatter and your laughter, your sing alongs and your silly jokes. I will try to manage your cannot-sit-still-in-one-place energy, and your we-are-not-in-school-today exuberance. I will answer those are-we-there-yet questions with as many variations as I can muster, this seems to make the journey that much more fun.
As we spend the day wandering through this remarkable place, I will be listening closely to your questions and your wonderings – our trips outside school seem to get you thinking all the more about the world and your place in it. You notice so much that I have learned to pass by, and you are curious about things I have learned to take for for granted. Being with you today will be a lesson in paying attention, living in wonder, taking joy in the moment.
On the journey back, I will walk the length of the bus many times, listening to your stories of the day. You will be slightly less energetic than your morning selves, but just as filled with that special sixth grade mix of goofiness and thoughtfulness. As our bus pulls into the middle school driveway in the waning hours of late afternoon, I will feel the tug of all the memories we have created this sixth grade year. As you hop off the bus and race to your waiting parents, I will bid each of you the first goodbye of the last days of school.
Our school year, in that moment, will seem far too short. I will have begun missing you.