The Last Day of School

Driving to school this morning, I was already teary-eyed. Where did the time go?

My mind was swimming with sentimental thoughts, "This was the sweetest class I've ever had!" "I'm going to miss these kids!" "This year flew by too fast!"

Minutes after the bell rang, I received all sorts of sweet gifts, candy, and cards. More tears.

"Mrs. Hale is crying! Mrs. Hale is crying!" Twenty little faces turn to see if it's true... yes. It's true.


Several hours then pass in which all of the following occur:

• laughing
• screaming
• climbing the bookshelves to "help" clean the room
• running
• hitting with rulers
• hitting with hands
• one kick to a shin
• one shouting out of "Jesus Christ!" (Not by me.)
• several name callings
• one pull-out into the hallway for an intervention

I think this is God's way of making saying good-bye much, much, much easier. No more tears. Just a big smile and wave as they all file out. "See ya!"