Today is my last Friday at my main school. I am soooo sad.
I will miss the hell outta my kids.
I had them write me good bye messages on index cards. Some of their messages were sooo sweet.
Even though I have been a good, passionate teacher at my main school for four long years, I have no expectations that main school will do ANYTHING for me to show any appreciation.
Yesterday I bought 2 cakes and 2 cake rolls. I gave the big cake to my P and VP and the women in the main office. I gave a cake roll to the payroll dept. The second cake roll was given to the cafeteria women for feeding me delicious food for the last four years. The smaller cake was divided in half and given to the teachers' rooms on the 3rd and 4th floor. These are the homeroom teachers of the students I taught. I wanted to show MY appreciation for their efforts even if they chose NOT to.
The 4-1 homeroom teacher, one of my favorite teachers, had all her kids make real cards out of construction paper for me. SO SWEET!! Damn onions!
Time to move on, Teacher EJ.
May 7th, 2018
My main school did NADA/ ZIP/ ZERO for me. Not a damn thing. LOL.
I have to laugh because it shows how they just don't have any consideration for us most of the time. But my expectations of the adults here were lowered a looooong time ago. I focus all my positive energy on my sweet little munchkins. For my last classes at my main school, I danced with my students all week. I did the textbook for about 15 minutes just to make sure that they would be on schedule for the semester. Then I had them arrange the room for musical chairs. The ONLY song I played was AFRICA RISE UP. There is a UK video on youtube with a terrific flash mob. It has great choreography and always lifts my spirits.
While the song was playing, I danced and laughed with each of my three hundred students (after giving each a goodbye snack). It felt wonderful to be able to create such a sweet ending with all of my main kids. It has been four years. I have seen their growth and will miss the heck outta my sweet pumpkins.
My favorite 4th grade teacher danced and laughed with us and reminded me why she is my favorite. She sees my effort and love for my students and appreciates it. Sometimes you just want people to acknowledge your efforts. I have done my best in that school so I can leave and know that I left an impact on my students. Their minds will be open to understand that they can love someone who is outside of their frame of reference.
I love them all, even the rascals and will miss them with all my heart. Sob!