This time of year I get nostalgic for Packemin. I miss the holiday assemblies, the music and the spirit involved. (I admit, I bitched about the messed up schedule while I was there.) I miss watching the kids walk into classes with gifts for their friends and gifts they have gotten from them. I miss their cards and their little gifts but mostly I miss their words that reinforced my reasons for being in the classroom.
I don't miss the math department parties but I do miss the little shindigs in the Principal's office. (Even the one when Suit whispered to another AP to come back later when the real food would be served.) I liked the joviality and the chance chit chat with people I didn't normally have a chance to associate with.
Today I proctored my first final. I said goodbye to a great group of kids knowing most I will probably never see again. At Packemin that only happened at graduation.
(Christmas tree--Four Season's Hotel 57th St.)