Saturday, June 28, 2014
I Thought I Wanted School To End
The kids seem to have been done with it all about a month ago as well. There's been a lot of "Well, it's that time of year!" talk about their behaviour.
But today was the last day of the school year. Finally. For real. And I spent a good part of the morning all teary-eyed.
My first mistake was going in for the end of year assembly. The one where they, among other things, celebrate the graduating grade 8 class with a series of pictures of each student through the years. Accompanied by sappy music of course. I bawled. They're not my kids. I only know about 3 of them. But I bawled.
Then I decided I'd head up to the staff room for the brief going away presentations for a few of the teachers. Again - just dumb. Boo has had 4 teachers this year, but this last one has been with him since January, and she has been absolutely amazing. She cares so deeply for all of the kids and wants nothing more than for them all to succeed. She has worked so hard to keep Boo challenged academically, and to support him and guide him through his behavioural issues. He has made huge strides these past few months, and I attribute a lot of his progress to her work with him. We've become close as we discuss his ups and downs, and I'm really going to miss her next year. It's especially hard with a contract teacher since she'll likely be at another school in the fall, unless something unforeseen happens here.
The kids and other parents seem to be feeling this too. There was a lot of excitement, but also a lot of hugs and lengthened good-byes. A much larger number of kids and parents stayed in the schoolyard for a much longer time than usual - exchanging numbers, making promises of pool dates in the days to come.
When I asked Boo last night what he thought about the end of the year, he said he felt "neutral." He can't wait for summer, and adventure, and fewer rules about bedtime. But he's going to miss his friends and the learning. He'll miss the routine as well, so I'll have to get a new routine for us.
I'll miss the mornings. Not the part before we leave the house, but the next bit. The morning walk and drop-off is such a lovely social time, and I treasure the smiles and hellos and brief exchanges with our neighbours. I don't even know most of their names, but we see each other every day and make a little connection. We recognise that we belong here, it's our home. It's truly one of the joys of attending a neighbourhood school. We've lived here for 10 years now, and this is honestly the first year that I've felt part of the community.
So, yeah. There's lots I'll miss over the next 9 weeks. But lots I'll love. And we all know how quickly the summer will fly by!!
Weren't summers longer when we were kids?