And that wraps up Year Seventeen.
I wouldn’t believe it except for the fact that I just got home from a celebratory lunch with some good friends of mine and I might even have had an alcoholic drink known as the skinny margarita. Maybe. I know for sure that I definitely had spinach artichoke dip because you’re supposed to when you’re with good girlfriends who will tell you if you have spinach in your teeth.
But other than that, I wouldn’t believe that I just wrapped up year seventeen in first grade.
ALL IN FIRST GRADE.
Am I crazy?
I think we all know the answer to that.
I am also very blessed, and truly believe the Lord knows what I need. And what I need is a class full of first graders. The End.
Wait. Not The End.
I also need summer break.
Yesterday was Field Day and then our class party. It was a long day. It was also a regular day even though Wednesdays are supposed to be early dismissal days. The last Wednesday of the school year is always a regular day because the Powers-That-Be think it’s funny to torture us.
Just for the record, I am not laughing.
After the party, my class gave me a gift, and then I think it was expected that I give a little speech.
So I did. Except I cried a little.
And, if you know me at all (And you should. You should me know a lot because I pretty much tell you everything.), then you know that crying in front of people is not normal for me. But I did. I cried a little. It was hard to talk over the lump in my throat.
I feel that this year was extremely difficult. Because of Jon. For the Love of Jon.
And I know I wouldn’t have been able to get through this year without this particular group of kids and their parents. There is no way. That’s another way that the Lord gave me exactly what I needed.
So even though this was an extremely emotional and difficult year, it was also my best year. And I feel very connected to these kiddos. And their parents. And what we’ve been through as a family.
And so I am sad. And I am thankful. And I have mixed emotions. So I cried a little.
I’m allowed. I’m a girl.
It’s a benefit. Along with not having to lift heavy furniture. Or take out the trash. Or get the car washed. Or cook.
That’s how it is in my household, anyway.
My class gave me an Amazon gift card and I texted my hubby because it was very generous and thoughtful and way too much. Here is our convo . . . the hubby’s words are white and mine are blue, FYI:
Aren’t we the cutest couple ever? Who thinks so? Raise your hand.
In other news . . . the school secretaries took my classroom keys.
THEY TOOK MY KEYS.
And this bothers me for several reasons.
1) I’m going back to school tomorrow and it’s open all next week, too. Now I have to locate a custodian to open my room for me. That is annoying, if you ask me. Someone ask me and I will tell you it is annoying.
2) If I can have my keys for 180 days, why can’t I have them for a few more?
3) Do they think I’m going to vandalize my room? Because I’m not. In fact, I’m going to put up brand new butcher paper. It will be pretty and smooth and beautiful.
4) Do they think I’m going to steal something from my room and take it home? Because I’m not. In fact, most everything in my room is mine and I purchased it with my own money. Furthermore, I steal things from home to put in my classroom. Such as scotch tape, masking tape, staples, paper clips, a pillow, slippers, the Keurig, and an assortment of snacks.
5) WHY WHY WHY!?!
So anywho . . . we get to go in all next week (I say get because I am a freak who likes to go to work when I don’t have to) and then we will be locked out until the end of July.
How about you?
How many more days of school do you have? And do you get to go in during the summer? Or is your school personnel afraid that you might work too hard over summer break and that’s just crazy talk?