So, it is officially summertime for Mrs. Unger.
A week before school ended, I thought I would explode because I was so excited to be finished, however, the second that the last student left my classroom, I started crying - pretty standard for me. I was thinking about it for the next few days, and it makes sense that it was such a bittersweet occasion. I spent exactly 40 hours a week with these twenty-three 8 year olds, and then they all just walked out the door with a hug or a high five. I know their families, I know their siblings, their pets, their favorite toys, foods, shoes, colors, sports, cars, TV shows, books and so much more. I know how they learn, who they get along with, what sets them off, what makes them laugh and what makes them cry.
So, as glad as I am that I can sleep in and walk my puppy (who is exceptionally cute and growing like crazy), and read books for fun - I miss my little monkeys. I miss their hugs and their love letters and their little quirks. But I know that in two months I will start all over again and have a new set of babies to teach and adore. But for now, I am missing their expectant little faces.
Oh, and they are hardly ever this still and serious...so here is a video that captures their real energy. (Dance parties were HUGE in my classroom - a good way to get the "wiggles out")
