After being out all of last week to stay home with my wife and newborn son (best week ever, by the way) I came back to school today. As I was walking through campus in the morning, one of my 8th graders ran up and gave me a big hug and told me that she was so happy I was back. It’s always nice to be missed.
Tonight was one of my favorite nights of the entire school year. For our last basketball practice of the season, I set up a surprise scrimmage between them and some of their teachers and administrators. I invited all of their parents and they all kept the secret so well. When I started blasting music and the teachers ran into the gym, the look on the girls’ faces were priceless. We ended up tying and afterwards gave out our team awards. It was such a great way to end the season.
Today was a really good day. One of my students from last year came up to me before school today and thanked me for teaching him so well in 7th grade last year and getting him so prepared for algebra this year. Great way to start the day. Then a few of my current and former students came in and ate lunch in my room, which ended up being incredibly entertaining. I was literally cracking up the entire time. Like I said, it was a really good day.
During my morning yard duty one of my 8th grade students told me that she tried to bake me a coffee cake last night for Valentine’s day. When I asked where it was, she said, “My mom took away my baking license.” Curious, I asked why that happened. She laughed and said she almost set the microwave on fire (apparently she tried to warm up a drink in a metal cup, resulting in plenty of sparks and smoke). I asked how long it was revoked for and she said 2 months! The fact that she was going to bake me something combined with the story provided a great start to my day!
The 8th graders took their panoramic class picture today. This is always the first part of a really fun time for them, as they get ready for their last trimester of middle school and look forward to high school. It was fun seeing them all standing there with their class shirts on, having fun with each other, without a care in the world. The older they get the more responsibility and pressure will be put on them and they don’t even know it. But for now, they’re kids. Plain and simple. I watched them, knowing that in a few months I’ll be the one with tears in my eyes as I say goodbye to them.