The Last Day

Today was my final day as an 8th grade teacher. Last night was a hard night for me. As I was reading through my students writing bench mark essays I read one said that the student thought because he made my mad sometimes that I am quitting because of him. It broke my heart. I can't believe that my students feel that it is all their fault that I made the choice to leave. So last night as I was crying I wrote each and everyone of my students a letter encouraging them to continue in school and to achieve great things in their life. Today was an ok day. By the afternoon the kids started to get very clingy because they knew that my time there was almost over. The last hour of the day one of my students began to cry. She was so sad that I was leaving. I tried to reassure her that it was going to be ok. The last couple minutes of the day I was ambushed by my students and given one big goup hug. I know that they are going to miss me and I will miss them too. Also the staff gave me a wonderful going away card. I did work with a fantastic group of people who I will miss. However I do not regret my decision in anyway.