One of these years, I will stop crying at 5th grade graduation. I will be glad to see them go. I will no longer feel that I'm blessed to have had the privilege to work with these young ones, and not even bother to imagine the possibilities these kids possess. I will think our school's theme song is cheesy, and I won't feel the irrepressible urge to put my hand over my heart when they sing the Eagle pledge. One of these years, I will worry about the future of our community and our world as we send these little guys out to prepare to run it. One of these years, I will be glad to call it a year, and mark another notch in my "time served until retirement" calendar. My job will be just a job.
But it's not this year.
4 comments:
You're awesome!!! = )
Nah, all elementary teachers are mushy this way. I promise. Thanks, though! :)
I hope it never loses the wonder! Beautiful post.
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