It was the best of days, it was the worst of days....

Raise your hand...
(Put your hand down, Miss Mayes. I haven't asked the question yet)

Raise your hand if today was your last day.
(Okay,now you can answer)

Me first...
Me! ME! oooooooo Pick ME!!!!!

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It was my last day.

 

It was the best of days- it was the worst of days.

Best:

I finished filling out my cummulative files.

Worst:

I cried myself into puffy eyes.

Best:

There were some DEEELICIOUS cookies at the end of year luncheon and I had four one and a half of them.

Worst:

One mom hugged me so tight, it began to be awkward and I was 

beginning to think she was going to buy me lunch.

Best:

Buses loaded at 11:20

Worst:

I got "Ugly Cry Snot" all over me at dismissal because some of my girls were so upset.

HOLD IT... I am stopping this post right in the middle-

I think my Bests and Worsts need to be switched.....think  about it.

All of those BESTS were really pretty ordinary.

The WORSTS...

I cried so hard because I love those sweeties.

"Mom" hugged me so tight because she  was so  sad they were leaving, but so happy we had the year together.

   In her particular case, she said before she hugged me "Thank you for all you did for " sweet girl" this year. And that     Mother's Day (the lemon scrub) present made my day so special. "Sweet girl" got her brother to sign the card and tag, too. They spent the day wanting to do everything for me. Dad is still in Afghanistan and having them make such a big deal about that day for me without him meant so much." ( I bet Tara is falling apart right now).

The "Ugly Cry Snot" got all over me because of the connections I made with those girls this year.

I have one last part of my day that was the absolute best.

Remember Q? He is my buddy who found the need to flip himself upside down in his chair during my formal eval, with the PAL, who had never been in my room before...

Q. is a sweetie. He can be a sneaky snake- but no major offenses- no office notes, and usually when there is a bad day- it is followed by many good ones.

He is not a touchy feely guy though- I tell them before they can get on the bus, they have to give me a "handshake, a hug, or a highfive" that way I see which bus they are getting on- he NEVER opts for the hug.

He is not one to come and lay his head on me or give you one those hugs that always seems to find you when you are least prepared and most squishy.

Well, (get a tissue, Tara- we'll wait) today we had a shaving cream spelling test. It was a great way to clean off the goo so I don't have to to have them practice and address those kinestetic and tactile learners...har har

After they had to write what I wanted them to- they were able to write what they wanted.

Q. yells "Miss Squirrels, spell your last name again"

Out of curiosity, I walked over to see what he was writing in the shaving cream-

I had a lump in my throat and gasped out loud when I read

"I Love You Miss Squirrels"

It was our moment.

I think he saw me tear up some and heard the crack in my voice- but I didn't want to embarrass him.

We made eye contact.

That was all that there was.

Q.'s daddy came early to get him. 

He didn't want a hug or a high five or a handshake.

And I didn't want push it.

We just stood there.

He smiled.

And then he left.

Deep Breaths. Deep Breaths.

I love where I was today and am excited about where I am going tomorrow (Truman's Story).

Have a wonderful wednesday!!!!!