This is probably my last blog entry. I won't take it off, so if you want to revisit it or show grandparents, you can. We had a great last week filled with math and more math. Tuesday was Newspaper Day all morning. We sang favorite songs on the last day as well as a time to meet your new teacher. We also collected autographs in our "year book". On Wednesday, many kids showed off their talents. At the end of the talent show, some of my moms wheeled out a wagon with a 6' Apple Tree for me to plant in my yard with red paper apples with all my students' names on them. Mrs. Rebecca Martin wrote a beautiful poem for me:
The Fruits of Your Love
A teacher
plants a seed
in the soil of knowledge,
showers it with creativity,
shines on it with a smile,
until the seed grows roots.
A teacher
nurtures the seedling,
provides support,
gently prunes,
guiding its upward growth,
until the seedling becomes a tree.
A teacher
may not see the tree bear fruit,
but she continues toiling
with the hope that someday,
because of her efforts,
it will flourish.
Dear teacher,
as you care for this tree,
remember the many students
you have nurtured these thirty years.
You have not just planted a seed,
but an orchard.
I want to thank everyone for the many kindnesses, cards, presents, and hugs that I got from my last class of my career. Mrs. Elbel was especially sneaky with her kind idea and hard work.
I will never forget you. I love you, Jacque Garber