It's hard to admit the you, as a teacher, have a favorite.
This is the time of year that it hits home though...as the days and hours and minutes slowly tick towards the last day.
And you know after that day, they will no longer be yours anymore.
I, of course, love all my students!
But there is always one...and you know that NO one will get him quite the way that you did. (even though you hope that not to be true.)
When he fights, you know to ask him when dad is leaving for his trucking route or if he is getting delayed coming home. You also know how long that means he will be pissed at the world.
You know that when he has to call home for being in trouble, it hits harder to call dad than it does mom.
You know that he has a sense of pride and refusing to return his field trip permission slip wasn't because he didn't want to go but because he didn't have the money to pay for it.
You know that he has made such progress this year. In fact, the other day at recess, he stepped off the basketball court when someone made him mad to take a minute to regain himself. You did that! He didn't have those skills before you!
You know that every day this week, You have gotten an extra, come out of the bus line, hug.
You know that letting go of the tough ones is so much harder...
Surfing Sunday 12.10
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