this time of year
Yesterday a memory came up on my snapchat from last year at my school’s annual harvest festival. it was of me and some of my team mates dressed in orange, faces painted, stickers on our hands, huge smiles.. because while it was a friday evening spent at school it was honestly a blast. It’s also red ribbon week and while i could take or leave that in particular, each day is themed and the kids dress up and have tons of fun. Also, Friday would have been our halloween party where we would have had a team themed-costume and the kids would get to come in costume and we would watch The Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown on the half day because they get dismissed early on Halloween so they don’t have to trick-or-treat at night since our school isn’t in the best area... and I’d send them off with candy or a small toy, and tell them to be safe and that I better see pictures tomorrow.
and then it would be november and we’d be getting ready for conferences, and in class we’d talk about thankfulness. I’d have had 2 full months with them and been really have gotten to know them and we’d be working on longer writing pieces, Thanksgiving crafts, and talking about all the things we’re thankful for. and my team and I would be planning the fast-approaching holiday hallway decorating theme.
and then december would come and december... if you’ve never been inside a school in december as an adult, it is chaotic and loud and bright and absolutely magical. it’s not just christmas, it’s the spirit of the season. call me cheesy but it’s true. theres a magic in the air... we all feel it. there’s crafts and holidays around the world and hallway decorating and glee club shows and a fake but totally cozy crackling fire on the projector screen as the kids work on their writing pieces and start singing to themselves until the whole class is singing and ... well and now I’m crying.
I thought I knew how much I was going to miss being in the classroom this time of year but, now that it’s here I’m a mess. I’m sad for the times I won’t have with these kids. I’m sad for what I know they aren’t going to get in their own homes...
I know that alot of these are still things I can do virtually. I know this. And I will try to make it happen,and feel magical, the best I can.
That was a ramble and now I’m done and I’ve got to go work on report cards...
I’m just sad. I’m longing for it all..











