#wednesday's post

[writingchallenge]

She stood back, watching the group she had helped guide and nurture as they came into their own. It was bitter sweet; on the one hand she swelled with pride, and on the other there was sadness as she accepted they would no longer need her hand to hold. She’d seen them grow from seed to a strong sapling, and with a small smile she dipped her head and turned away. Her work here was done, and there were other fields awaiting.

[writingchallenge]

As the conversation went on he continued trying to solve the puzzle. Soon one piece fell into place, and then another. Suddenly it was like a switch had been flipped; his eyes lit up, hand shooting in the air and his whole body vibrating trying to contain his excitement. When he finally got to speak with was using his hands as much as his voice, the later filled with awe at his revelation on the subject.

[yoshi-bella]

Desk Warming Chronicles #19

Taking a nap before my last 회식 (at this school).

Had my last class this afternoon, after school English class with 5&6th graders. So I ordered pizza, enough for some of the 4th graders who were free to join us too. Then I revealed to the class that I’ll be leaving :’(

Some of my students were like, “No, don’t go Teacher!” breaking my heart, some asking me “Why?!” A few of the 5th graders insisted that I stay in the school until they graduate (which was my original plan). 

I didn’t cry, like I thought I did. But I did get a lil emotional when one of the 5th grade girls came up to me after class, gave me a hug and told me not to change my number, so she can still contact me.