Tomorrow is the last day of school. It's a half-day and I'm ordering pizza so I'll know you've eaten. We'll have our own awards ceremony and I'll let you raid the supply closet for "stuff" you'll need to keep you busy this summer. I'll invite you to take a book to keep, and then I'll let you in on my secret, special power (a seed I planted back on the 1st day of school.)
I have a satiny black and red cape I made several years ago. I lined the inside with pictures of book covers. You see, I'm BOOK WOMAN. When I see a child who is lost, lonely, or bored, I throw him a book. Our last activity as a class will be to create super-heroes. Who are you? And what are your special powers? I'll tell you, my class, that sometimes, we can just imagine...
In your report cards, I'm including a letter. It goes like this:
Mi querido alumno,
Es el ultimo día de clases, y yá nó nos veremos. Pero quiero que lleves contigo todos los bonitos recuerdos de nuestra clase, de los amigos, las lecciones, los cuentos, y los gratos momentos que pasamos juntos.
Te ruego que leas muchos libros, y que pongas todo tu esfuerzo en los estudios. Yá sabes que la escuela te llevará lejos. Lucha por hacer algo especial en tu vida, por ayudar a los demás, y por llevar a nuestra gente adelante.
Recuerda siempre a la maestra que te quiere mucho. Te deseo lo mejor de la vida.
My dear student,
It's the last day of school, and we will no longer see each other. Take with you the pleasant memories of our class, the friends, the lessons, the stories, and the good times we spent together.
I urge you to read many books, and to put all of your effort in your studies. You already know that school will take you far. Work toward doing something special with your life, toward helping others, and toward taking our people forward.
Always remember the teacher who loves you. I wish you the best in life.
The last day of school is bittersweet. Part of me is relieved, joyous, giddy, excited about sleeping in and chilling out, and looking forward to spending quality time with my son. The other part of me is sad, worried, but hopeful. Being a teacher is helping and loving kids that are not your own, then letting them go and hoping they will find their special powers.