I've decided that it is okay to post this picture that has a bit of a glare problem because when I look at it I can kind of feel the sunshine a bit. You know?
I don't have all that much to share, other than to say that I've been bonding with Adobe Illustrator in a serious way in an effort to make the rabbit pattern actually happen in a timely manner. Details. Lots of them. I'm pretty sure that I could turn the whole project over to my favorite fourth grader with autism and see it all finished in a matter of minutes. This would require him taking a break from redrawing the graphics from the original Super Mario Brothers game in Microsoft Paint, however, and I sincerely doubt that I'd be able to convince him of the wisdom of such a thing. Plus, I am his teacher and he is supposed to be doing some school work and what not. Like teaching himself math that I can't even do. That sort of thing.
I've been thinking more and more about the upcoming move and what it means for my relationship with my students. As an inclusion teacher, I've been with many of my students for years as they have moved from one general education teacher to the next. Two of my students will graduate fifth grade in a couple of weeks, both of them having been with me for five years. Five years is as long as I have had Mariam.
Most of the others will stay at my school, but I will be moving on to Vermont and trusting someone new with planning for their social and educational future. I know these kids so well. I know who is allergic to oranges, who is afraid of spiders or thunder and who spends far too much time thinking about buildings with very high ceilings. I know all of their birth dates (and years) by heart and I can tell you what kind of socks they usually wear. I know their families and can recite their home phone numbers off the top of my head. A few of them have very little intelligible language, but I can usually understand them just the same. We have been a big part of each others' everyday lives and I am going to miss them like crazy.
I'm excited about the move, and we are obviously going for good reasons, but this didn't stop me from getting a bit teary-eyed on the way to school this morning. It's good to move on, but it is also really, really tough to let go.