Tuesday was the last day with students, then Wednesday we had our eighth grade promotion. Today I have been cleaning up in my classroom and I'm planning to finish that tomorrow, attend our last faculty meeting, and then start the summer. On Tuesday I got two precious gifts from seventh graders, and I think they pretty much sum up the year and the age group.
First, I received a lovely frog's leg, straight from the scene of the seventh grade dissection planned by their teacher on the last day of school. I smiled sweetly, said thank you, and took it, which I think sorely disappointed the gift-givers, who had hoped for screams.
Later, I got this card, complete with a personal note from one of the girls, telling me what she had particularly enjoyed in my class and wishing me a great summer. She said she couldn't wait to see me in eighth grade.
Oh, and by the way, the frog leg was from girls, too.
Of course, the vast majority of the seventh graders didn't give me any gifts, but simply squirmed and dropped things and tried to turn in work five days late and said bye when I said bye to them. Now to see what summer does to them and how they morph into eighth graders.
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