Today was the last half day of school!
It's fair to say that the seventh grade teachers were probably more excited than the kids. I'm not sure why we even have a half day as the day, truly, serves no purpose. We managed to get the report cards printed and issued yesterday (in the hopes that the little darlings would stay home), but they came anyway. Pretty much the day is spent showing a movie, letting them run around in the gym for a while (the weather has been awful), and hoping they don't annoy the daylights out of us on this last day.
Fortunately for me, all the kids in my home room (with one glaring exception) that gave me hives were gone today - either in alternative school, suspended (for fighting the day before), in school suspension or they didn't come. That made for a pleasant day - one of the most pleasant we've ever had. I put on a movie, but most of the kids chose to go through the game club games and spent the morning playing Apples to Apples and Monopoly. Nicely. Without causing a fuss.
It was actually quite pleasant. Which goes to show that when they want to be, they can be well mannered and a lot of fun.
So, we sent them on their way, most to 8th grade, others to other states (we have quite a few of our military kids moving out of the area now that their military parent is back from Afghanistan), and some to who knows where. But we waved the buses goodbye (my favorite tradition), and wished them all a wonderful summer.
The bittersweet moment for Mrs. Social Studies and I was saying goodbye to two of our boys from last year. These two young men are kids that I would not hesitate to give a home to should they need one. They are polite, well-mannered, and just delightful. (They also happen to be best friends practically joined at the hip.) Neither one was a star student in 7th grade (one is a sped kid) but they flourished in 8th grade. And they never let a day go by that they didn't stop and give each of us a hug. I kid you not - they'd be walking down the hall with all their basketball buddies and they'd stop, come visit us (making their friends wait) and off they'd go. Their friends quickly figured out that this was something they were going to do regardless of how much they teased them, and the teasing ceased and pretty soon these kids were coming by to say hi even though we never had them as students.
I love these two. And I know they'll be okay. We had a talk with them a bit today about high school, and what they hoped to accomplish - they have managed to stay clear of the gangs and drugs that so many of our kids fall prey to, and that's a blessing. (They ascribe this to good role models and the fact that "it's not something Jesus would approve of or do.") They know they'll be fine because they have people that love and support them, both at home and in school.
I'm looking forward to their graduation in four years.
So to T and T, I love you both, God bless, and I'll miss my daily hug from the two of you. I'd be glad to call either one of you my son.