I'm a Softie/Crybaby/Wimp. No, Really - I Am.

Happy Weekend!! 


Hope you guys are all doing well and having a good weekend so far! I'm scrambling like a madwoman to get the apartment spotless before our landlord comes down to check it this afternoon. 

Anyway, yesterday was my last day at school. In the first break, one of the teachers that I have worked closely with presented me with some gifts from the school. I felt really grateful that they took the time to say goodbye to me in such a kind way. I shook some hands, said goodbye, and headed to class. 

I only had one class - my 8th graders. As I walked into the classroom, I noticed the balloons - they were everywhere. Then I turned and saw the chalkboard. You guys, I almost started bawling right there.

But, oh. It gets better. That's when the music started. As I sat down, all 24 of those sweet students stood up to sing to me. Seriously - I'm tearing up just remembering. They sang this song: 

I tried to hide the tears, but it didn't really work. I gave them all permission to make fun of me - I totally deserved it. After the song was over, one of my students handed me a beautiful bouquet, card, and framed class photo. 

These kids are the ones that make the bad days worth it. These kids are one of the reasons I'm going to miss it here. I had times where I wanted to slam my head against the wall in frustration, I had times when all I wanted was to jump on the next plane to the United States, but I didn't give up, and yesterday, I was so happy that I didn't.