Daisies Each petal smiles brightly,
Gathered around
The all important center of their universe.
Nodding gently
As the breeze challenges their very being.
Nothing says joy,
Nothing inspires so sweetly
Daisies
An “I Wanted You to Know” message to my students
-They are the daisies in my life -
September seems so long ago but also like only yesterday. It is June and sometimes I wonder how we got here so quickly. Next week, we will begin our summer, but we will also end our year together. It is a bittersweet time in any teacher’s life as they say goodbye to their students. Weeks that turned to months of time we spent together; learning, laughing, working hard as a classroom family. Sometimes I feel that I have finally just gotten to know each one of you and your parents and I am sending you on your way. I will turn away and be ready to greet a whole new class of students. They will enter for a glimpse of what the next year will bring; anxious about me and what kind of teacher I will be. I will smile and try not to let them know that I miss this year’s students already.
The year we have had together was much too short although some days seemed much too long. In your young lives, you cannot imagine the impact each and every one of you has had on me. Maybe you will write or email on occasion, in years to come, wondering if I remember you. How could I not? We have spent a year together, as a classroom family. I have shared your joys, reveled in your achievements, and guided your choices. Your hopes were my hopes and your dreams were my dreams.
So next week, as you pack up all your worldly classroom belongings, I hope that I have packed you snugly with the thirst for knowledge and the motivation to continue to do your best, as you journey forward, leaving me behind. Our memories will remain. I hope they are good ones. I hope they bring a smile to your faces. One of you recently wrote a memoir titled “Heart Shelf”. Although the topic was literally about a heart shaped shelf, it made me think about what a ‘heart shelf’ could be. In June, I pack each class on a special shelf, a shelf in my heart, where I can pull out memories of good times spent whenever I wish. Then it does not seem so long ago but merely a yesterday gone by on the heart shelf of my life.
September seems so long ago but also like only yesterday. It is June and sometimes I wonder how we got here so quickly. Next week, we will begin our summer, but we will also end our year together. It is a bittersweet time in any teacher’s life as they say goodbye to their students. Weeks that turned to months of time we spent together; learning, laughing, working hard as a classroom family. Sometimes I feel that I have finally just gotten to know each one of you and your parents and I am sending you on your way. I will turn away and be ready to greet a whole new class of students. They will enter for a glimpse of what the next year will bring; anxious about me and what kind of teacher I will be. I will smile and try not to let them know that I miss this year’s students already.
The year we have had together was much too short although some days seemed much too long. In your young lives, you cannot imagine the impact each and every one of you has had on me. Maybe you will write or email on occasion, in years to come, wondering if I remember you. How could I not? We have spent a year together, as a classroom family. I have shared your joys, reveled in your achievements, and guided your choices. Your hopes were my hopes and your dreams were my dreams.
So next week, as you pack up all your worldly classroom belongings, I hope that I have packed you snugly with the thirst for knowledge and the motivation to continue to do your best, as you journey forward, leaving me behind. Our memories will remain. I hope they are good ones. I hope they bring a smile to your faces. One of you recently wrote a memoir titled “Heart Shelf”. Although the topic was literally about a heart shaped shelf, it made me think about what a ‘heart shelf’ could be. In June, I pack each class on a special shelf, a shelf in my heart, where I can pull out memories of good times spent whenever I wish. Then it does not seem so long ago but merely a yesterday gone by on the heart shelf of my life.
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