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Today was my last day of student teaching with my fourth grade class. What a bittersweet day it was! The children were so well behaved, and really made my day special. They made me laugh and filled my heart with joy, and I held in all of my tears until I was alone in the classroom after school.
Today was my last day of student teaching with my fourth grade class. What a bittersweet day it was! The children were so well behaved, and really made my day special. They made me laugh and filled my heart with joy, and I held in all of my tears until I was alone in the classroom after school.
From the sweet card that all of the children filled out for me, to the way they all jumped on me for a group hug, these children made my last day one that I will treasure always. I had students asking for my autograph (to sell when I get famous, of course), and people begging me to stay with them for a while longer. It was adorable, and they reminded me once again why I have been so fortunate to be working with this group for the past nine weeks.
After the children had left the school, and the substitute teacher had gone home for the night, I sat in the classroom alone and I took a minute to look around at the room that I have called my second home for the past three months. I had my moment to cry while I sat in the empty room, and then I cried a little more when I was pulling out of the parking lot for the last time, and then again when I got home and my mom hugged me hello. I couldn't help it; I had a very emotional day.
I almost thought that I couldn't handle this; that being a teacher was too difficult because you have to say goodbye to your kids at the end of each school year, knowing that you might not see them again, and that even if you do bump into each other, it will never be the same. But then I thought about a similar situation, when we thought we might not do foster care anymore, because saying goodbye to our first children was so painful. We didn't stop because we knew that children needed us, just like I know that I can make a difference in this world by being a teacher. As hard as the goodbyes might be at the end, the journey is all worth it.
It's been a terrific ride! Now it's on to the next adventure in kindergarten!
I’d greatly appreciate it if you would share this blog with friends and family through your favorite social media sites. If you’re sharing on Twitter, don’t forget to tag me (@TayTayK02) and use the hashtag #TaylorTalks.
Thanks!
Taylor
After the children had left the school, and the substitute teacher had gone home for the night, I sat in the classroom alone and I took a minute to look around at the room that I have called my second home for the past three months. I had my moment to cry while I sat in the empty room, and then I cried a little more when I was pulling out of the parking lot for the last time, and then again when I got home and my mom hugged me hello. I couldn't help it; I had a very emotional day.
I almost thought that I couldn't handle this; that being a teacher was too difficult because you have to say goodbye to your kids at the end of each school year, knowing that you might not see them again, and that even if you do bump into each other, it will never be the same. But then I thought about a similar situation, when we thought we might not do foster care anymore, because saying goodbye to our first children was so painful. We didn't stop because we knew that children needed us, just like I know that I can make a difference in this world by being a teacher. As hard as the goodbyes might be at the end, the journey is all worth it.
It's been a terrific ride! Now it's on to the next adventure in kindergarten!
I’d greatly appreciate it if you would share this blog with friends and family through your favorite social media sites. If you’re sharing on Twitter, don’t forget to tag me (@TayTayK02) and use the hashtag #TaylorTalks.
Thanks!
Taylor
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