And So It Was Goodbye



Friday marked the end of an incredible year with my 5th graders.  They were ready to go on to summer, they were ready to go to middle school.  So we had a small and perfect graduation and these were my parting words to them…


Dear 5th graders,
I walked into your classroom on November 5th hoping that you would like me.  Hoping that we could build a community, hoping that you would be up for some of my craziness.  I had heard that you were an incredible class, I had heard that you were as sweet as can be, perhaps a little rambunctious, but definitely with your heart in the right place.  Little did I know just how quickly you would become my kids, part of my family, and how quickly the end of the year would come.


We have read many incredible books this year, we have laughed about them, cried about them (well I have any way), and definitely rushed to each other and said “You have to read this book!”  And think of everything we have learned…


Ivan taught us that words are to be treasured and used to make a difference in the world.


Harry taught us that friendships can make the difference between life and death.


Auggie taught us “When given the choice between being right or being kind, choose kind.


Chu taught us that even the smallest gestures can have the biggest outcomes


Coraline taught us that even though we may think our parents are the most boring parents in the world, they are still the best parents for us.


Carly Rae Jepsen taught us that it’s always a good time.


But it was Jack’s words in Miss Stretchberry’s room 105 that left us with the biggest lesson of the year
Jack writes;  
September 13th
I don’t want to
because boys
don’t write poetry


Girls do.


September 21
I tried.
Can’t do it.
Brain’s empty.


September 27th
I don’t understand
the poem about
the red wheelbarrow
and the white chickens
and why so much
depends upon them.


If that is a poem
about the red wheelbarrow
and the white chickens
then any words
can be a poem.
You’ve just got to
make
short
lines.


Jack was right – any words can be poetry.  So I hope you leave 5th grade painting with your words, not shying away from stating your opinion, and above all choosing kind.


You have made me so proud, thank you for letting me be a part of your life, and remember; represent.

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