Sigh.
It's over.
The most intense teaching year ever is in the books. 4 autistic children. 3 with IQs below 60. 2 gifted/behavior children. And one with the kind of ADHD that makes the Energizer Bunny look like a sloth. Plus the other seven. The thief. The storyteller. The class clown. The one with the grin a mile wide. My favorite. And my other favorite. The life-threatening food allergies. And the custody situation. The other duties in addition to teaching. And all the days I looked for other jobs--say, in the toothpick counting industry.
They make a mark, these kids do. The permanent kind that draws peals of laughter at random times, or that brings tears to my eyes.
I still love my job. Even when I fantasize about retirement. I can't imagine doing anything else.
I'm going to miss them terribly.
1 comment:
Congrats on the growth you and your students have experienced this year. They are so blessed to have had you for a teacher!
Enjoy your summer!
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