Last Thursday was the last day of the school year for us.
My elder one was happy. He and his friends had a nice time together after school ended, welcoming summer break. A much-deserved celebration, I would say.
My younger one, on the other hand, was sad. He kept repeating, “I can’t believe it’s the last day of the school year already.”
I haven’t seen him this distressed during fall break, winter break, or spring break. He was happy during those breaks. I realize now that it was because he knew he would be going back to the same classroom in two weeks’ time. But this time, he won’t be going back to Miss Gerber’s classroom. He is already missing his favorite teacher a lot.
I understand that this is the general emotion among all the students. Everyone in her class loves her. I don’t know what magic she uses, but my child came home on the first day of third grade and told me that Miss Gerber was his all-time favorite teacher. I told him to give it a few weeks before making that verdict. But as it turns out, she truly was an amazing teacher, maintaining her status as his favorite throughout the year.
I’ve also heard his friend claim the same thing once when they were playing at our house.
That is one excellent teacher — someone who is able to have such an effect on so many children.
I hope the teachers in the next grade level, and the grades after that, are equally amazing as Miss Gerber.
For now, I have to sit with a tender little heart that is disappointed his school year is over.
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