Bittersweet

April is almost over.  I can hardly believe it and I am actually becoming saddened by it.  My days with my class are getting lower and while some days I am ready for the summer, those too are becoming few and far between.  I love my students even though they might drive me insane some days. After homework help the other day, a parent and her four children, one of which is in my class, and I were talking about my plans for next year.  She didn't realize I wasn't from Florida and had heard I was going to be teaching 5th grade next year.  One of her children will be in 5th grade next year at school and he thought I was staying.  I told her I was going to be moving back to Kansas and teaching in Wichita at a Catholic school there, not here in Miami.  Her face and his both dropped.  She said some kind words about how her children love me and that she would be sad to see me go.  Her son, whom I have kind of taken under my wing I suppose and tried to tutor after school, hugged me and said he would miss me very much.  I reminded him it's too early for "goodbyes" because I'm not mentally ready for that yet. 

That moment really made me wish I was staying next year because I will miss them all so much.  I know it is God's will that I go back to Wichita and I am thoroughly excited about that, no doubt but leaving behind these students that have made such a difference in my life will be hard.  They will never really understand how they have helped me this year. 

I have one month of school days left with all of my students before summer school and I fully intend to make the most of it.