A Tribute

It is the last day of school. For the students, that is... I will be held prisoner for some time yet.

I thought I'd share with you some treasured memories from my class this year.

Sigh.

1. The conversation:

Me: Is there anything you need to tell me about?

J: Ummm.... I told someone to be quiet.

Me: Anything else?

J: I kicked J's foot.

Me. Anything else?

J: Ummm... I threw rocks.

I think I will use this strategy more often; it seems to be quite illuminating!

2. The illustration

3. The apology
4. The confession - what I heard from Little C was: "I was practicing my pitching by throwing rocks and one of them accidentally hit B when he walked in front of it."

5. The scene: I walk in the room in the middle of recess. Shocked, guilty faces stare at me. These boys should be outside, but they've been in the classroom throwing scissors!

Poor old J had to spend the rest of recess holding my hand outside.
This was just a taste of the lovely souvenir letters I have from this year. I will treasure them forever.

I think that I will even miss these boys!