I can't believe the year has passed. After tomorrow, I will no longer be a first year teacher. I have mixed feelings about the whole thing. It has been a big year, and an exhausting month. Along with all the joys of the end of the school year I am moving classrooms, so I have spent much time trying to pack boxes and organize, while filling out all the necessary paperwork that must be done for each child.
I think I am almost there. Report cards have been sent home. Grade promotions have been filled out. Pictures taken (don't save picture taking until the last week, I discovered that I look tired in all of them!). Gifts wrapped. Thank-you cards written. Half of my room is in boxes. The other half waits. My room has become a sparse, empty, desk-less place that smells of antibacterial cleaner and old books. I have to admit, I am not a fan. I miss all the cheerful surroundings. The motivational posters surrounding the classroom. The colorful work of students here and there. Now, the room is decorated with cardboard boxes. Not exactly my style.
My eyes are bloodshot and swollen. I am so tired, which is good in some ways, because it keeps me from thinking about the fact that tomorrow my students will file out of my classroom, and onto bigger things (like second grade!) If I think about it too hard, it will make me want to cry. Because truth be told, I like these kids. Even the stinkers. I get attached to people easily. I also worry that I may not have taught them all they needed to learn.
But it is too late to worry about that now - because tomorrow is the last day of school. And though this post does not convey it, I really am excited for the break (oh sleep - how I have missed you)! I think I will me more excited once I get through tomorrow, and the moving process. Keep calm and carry on!
(please excuse any grammatical/spelling mistakes in this post, as well as anything that might not make sense. I keep catching silly things, but there are probably more!)
I think I am almost there. Report cards have been sent home. Grade promotions have been filled out. Pictures taken (don't save picture taking until the last week, I discovered that I look tired in all of them!). Gifts wrapped. Thank-you cards written. Half of my room is in boxes. The other half waits. My room has become a sparse, empty, desk-less place that smells of antibacterial cleaner and old books. I have to admit, I am not a fan. I miss all the cheerful surroundings. The motivational posters surrounding the classroom. The colorful work of students here and there. Now, the room is decorated with cardboard boxes. Not exactly my style.
My eyes are bloodshot and swollen. I am so tired, which is good in some ways, because it keeps me from thinking about the fact that tomorrow my students will file out of my classroom, and onto bigger things (like second grade!) If I think about it too hard, it will make me want to cry. Because truth be told, I like these kids. Even the stinkers. I get attached to people easily. I also worry that I may not have taught them all they needed to learn.
But it is too late to worry about that now - because tomorrow is the last day of school. And though this post does not convey it, I really am excited for the break (oh sleep - how I have missed you)! I think I will me more excited once I get through tomorrow, and the moving process. Keep calm and carry on!
(please excuse any grammatical/spelling mistakes in this post, as well as anything that might not make sense. I keep catching silly things, but there are probably more!)
4 comments:
You made it! I agree that it is a very draining month, but rewarding, too. I still have one more week to go and I am already exhausted. Hurry up summer!
Oh my goodness! Congratulations! You've made it (almost)! Hang in there and then sleep for a week straight! So fun! I'm sure your kids just loved having you as their teacher.
Hooray for summer! I didn't realize that today was your last day. I guess my mind was on my moms school ending and I just assumed that yours ended next week too. But congrats. You made it.
I just closed the door on my classroom, I shed tears! My dear little second graders, I've decided we have the best profession in the world!!! They touched my heart and life this year, and I will really miss them.
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