This will be quick. Nine more days to be a teacher. No time to waste. Today, a little story from my third grade classroom:
I'm roaming around, seeing how everybody is doing on their self directed and paced spelling unit for the week (35!), when I come up on a student who looks up from his work and says to me,
"Mr. Ahlness, I'm really lucky. In second grade I had Ms. NXXX, and this year I have you." He looked up at me with a smile so genuine, I had difficulty speaking.
I gave him a shoulder hug.
I told him I was lucky to have HIM in my class.
I looked at his partner, who was listening, and said I was lucky to have her, too.
And the same to a neighboring student who happened to overhear this quiet conversation.
We all smiled. It felt good.
The kids resumed working on their spelling.
I had to walk away to regain my composure.
This is what I will miss about being a teacher.