Ahhh Saturday...it was really hard to roll out of bed this morning and trek on in to the ice arena. Last night after school all the student teachers and many of the faculty went out to BW3 for some drinks. We sat outside in the sun, drank beer (or wine), made fun of one of the teachers who was wasted after 2 glasses, and conversed with our server who had the exact same first and last name of one of the teachers. It was really a lot of fun, but when it was time to get up this morning I was regretting that last bottle. But I made it semi-on-time and the morning went fast. Plus I got a bonus $18 because I had to teach stroking! Sweet!
Friday (my last day student teaching) was more sad than I thought it would be...but still not very sad. I will definitely miss most of the kids...others, not so much. The kids each drew me a picture and wrote me a letter telling me what they liked doing with me or what they would like to do with me. Apparently most of them wrote about what would like to do with me because I don't remember jumping in a pile of leaves with anyone. This was my favorite letter:
Dear Mrs. D,
some day you can play jumprope whith me. do you like jumprope? you can turn the rope. you do not hava to jump. you are the best teacher. I do not want you to go.
Love, T
Getting those letters was the best part of the entire semester for me. I wish I had an office...I would hang them all up.
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That is the cutest letter!
Awwwww - how sweet. You are going to be a great teacher.
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