The Beauty of Spring

I know you think I am going to talk about the mild weather, flowers, and the trills of birds but you'd be wrong, my friend. I am talking about a classroom that runs like a military operation. Kids that play so hard during recess that they can barely run when they hear the whistle to line up. These days, I think I could take a vow of silence and you'd never know it in the classroom. No more where do I put this or what time is it or when do we go to lunch. No more reminders, timers or fussing about the way the classroom library looks. They know what to do, when, and how it should be done. I can finally bask in the glory of the hard work I put in at the beginning of the year. I absolutely relish it! Yet it is bittersweet. I know summer vacation is two weeks away and I should be looking forward to it but can I tell you a secret....I am going to miss these boys and girls and here is another secret...I hate the last day of school. I cry too much and they cry too much. We all walk sniveling and unhappy to the bus ramp. I say out loud to my wonderful second graders that I will see them next year but in my heart I know they won't be the same kids I put on the bus that last day of school. They. grow. up. just. a. little.

Mrs. H