Slice of Life Tuesday is hosted by Two Writing Teachers
My last day as a sixth grade teacher is an experience I am still processing. In some ways, it followed the same rituals as every last day of school for the members of the Room 202 community: desks to each side of the classroom, the treats table set up, dancing, music, and the door open to alumni streaming in. Oh, and also hugs…many hugs.
This year, as in year’s past, the board was covered with messages of gratitude:
and identity as a learning community all of our own,.:
Then, there were notes that spoke to the essence of my teaching life, my teaching mission:
And there were the children, best of all. The love and sense of nostalgia in the room were often too much to bear. It is hard to let go of what you love…and we had a hard time of it.
But, every Smithling year has ended with a heart to heart, a “here’s what I hope you take away from our time together” speech. This year was different because it was the last gathering in the room we call home, so I leant on the towering shoulders of Fred Rogers, and this particular message:
Look for the helpers…be the helpers. These were my final words for my kiddos.