Well finally the day we have all been waiting for is on the horizon...one of the favorite days of the year for teachers....the last day of school....after months of study and re-study and reteaching and begging and cajoling, the little scholars are being set free. As a teacher for a bunch of years, I've seen the day as always being one of celebration and consternation ...happy to see the kids move on, and wondering if I did enough to get them to where they were supposed to be. Oh well, not that I can do anything about it now....but the hope is there that what was gained this year in some way will stick with the kids in their struggles in high school.
Life in a middle school is nothing if it is not interesting, different every day, as changeable as the kids whose hormones are raging through their veins like a swollen creek after a summer downpour.
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