Third Time is the Charm

I said good-bye to my third graders on Friday. This year I was a lot more sad to see them go than the past two years. I don't know if it has to do with the fact that I finally know what I'm doing as a teacher or the fact that they were an excellent group of students. I didn't cry when they left, but I found myself tearing up throughout the day, as they would say or do things so unique to them. All groups of children are different, each with their own pecadillos. My students this year were a very kind, caring group. The kind of kids who celebrated each other's successes and who mourned each other's failures. They helped each other and looked out for each other and you didn't dare mess with anyone from the class, or la maestra would know about it. I have never had such a sense of community in my classroom and I wish I had some sort of formula for it so as to replicate it for future classrooms. I will truly miss them and look forward to see them grow and blossom.

With that, our summer starts. :)