I can't believe I already finished service. It was a short year I unfortunately realized. I loved going to my class everyday during third period. Seeing my students and working would always cheer me up. Unfortunately it's already over, and I don't know if I'll ever see them again although I want to. It was a sad but great last week with my kids. They were all sad it was my last week but I tried to make the most out of it. I don't really remember the first two days that week because the last day trumps my memory. Unfortunately John's car had to be in the shop the next day so I had to tell my class Wednesday that today was my last day. They were all really sad and couldn't stay away from me. The last ten minutes of that class the kids sang me a song which I thought was very sweet of them and on my way out, they each came up individually and gave me hugs. It was so great and I miss them already.
Now to my first grade class. Just like my kindergarten class, it was unexpected that it was my last day. So when I told them it was my last day they were sad too. They enjoyed working and talking with me and I enjoyed being with them. The teacher made the whole class about me which I thought was really nice. She just asked me questions about college and asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up and explained it to the kids. Then the kids would ask me questions, but they were all kind of bummed out that I was leaving. On my way out the door, I got a handshake from the teacher and a thanks, a good bye from the children and that was it. One semester of working with those kids wasn't long enough.
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