|this is a picture from the field trip on Tuesday. I got a lot of better cuter pictures, but I don't have permission to post their precious faces on the internet, nor am I looking for permission. So this is what you get. I love them.|
I'm not ready to say good-bye. These kids. These 26 little fourth grade kids that I've spent all year trying to help turn into good people... I don't want to leave them. Today we were splitting them into next years classes, and I almost started crying. I could barely do it! I don't want them to leave me, and I don't want them to leave each other. I want to have that perfect scenario from Freedom Writers, where I get to be with them all the way until they graduate. (In fact, a few of my girls actually asked the principal if that could be a possibility, and he wasn't quite sure how to answer them.)
I'll have more to say on all this later, I'm sure, but right now I just need you all to know. I'm not ready. I don't want to not be theirs anymore.
I mean, if I'm having this much trouble with 26 other people's children, I can't imagine how I'll be with my own kids... oh boy. Bring in the tissues.