I left the fours walls of my own classroom for the four walls of many different classrooms this year. It has been a roller coaster of challenges and rewards. Through the year I started to notice that there has been a piece of my own classroom that I have been missing.
In my own classroom I had a small section of wall devoted to it. I’m talking about love. Yes, we had a love for learning and a love for knowledge for sure. But there was also just plain love. Love for each other. Love for the school. And love for the teacher. This was third grade. There’s a lot of love.
The wall held notes, pictures, cards, and drawings all done by the hands of students. It was a selfishly favorite part of my room, always. Notes with a misspelled name about how much fun they had on our field trip. Pictures of our class with their arms around each other making funny faces. Cards to a misspelled name in honor of any random holiday. Drawings of sharks, drawings of me, drawings of themselves and our class. Every last one special.
If I am being honest, I have missed that wall this year. It’s nice to be on the receiving end of all that love, even when the tricky name is misspelled. It’s silly I know. I get to walk down the hall and talk to the little ones and the big ones now. I get to see classes full of many more kids with the same love for learning and knowledge. And it has been amazing. But…
What makes me think of this now? I’ve been in all these rooms since the fall.. why now? Because I got this just the other day:
It’s on my new wall now. It might be in an office but I have two of those now, so I get two walls. The name is still misspelled. The feeling is still the same.