I am finished. Done. Complete. Terminada. I couldn't be happier. Teaching 6th grade is tough, rewarding, but tough. On days like these, I remember that teaching definitely has it's ups. One of my students, Miguel, came up to me after school to say goodbye. He started getting choked up, and with tears rolling down his face said, "I've never had a teacher who's done so much for me and who has believed in me so much. Thanks." It's not good having the pregnancy hormones, because I lost it.
On the last day of school we have a dance festival where each grade level performs for the parents. Here are our 6th graders performing. Although I am bias, I have to say that they were the best...
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They were good huh?