I have been out of school going on two weeks tomorrow, and it has taken me this long to get around to writing this post. While I am once again thankful for an opportunity that has come my way, my heart is also heavy.
I just finished a year teaching sixth graders in middle school. It was my first year as a sixth grade teacher, and I remember shortly after the beginning of the year I wondered what in the world I had gotten myself into. It was an adjustment for me, and my students went along for the ride. I never in my wildest dreams would have thought that leaving 90 sixth graders would be so hard. It took all I had to contain the tears. My school year went from holy moly, what have I gotten myself into, to building some of the most amazing relationships with these kids.
It wasn’t until the last month of school that I began to realize exactly what type of an impact these kids had not only on me, but that I also had on them. I can truly from the bottom of my heart tell you that this past year was probably one of my best. I learned not only a lot about myself as a teacher, but was reminded that no matter the age, kids are still kids and that bonds are inevitable if you love what you do!
I was showered with love from these kids, and it’s a must that share it with you!
