I Am

Three's a Herd

One of the end-of-the-year 5th grade projects is for each student to write an I Am poem, and draw a self portrait (well, half of one).  They are diligently hung upon the classroom wall in time for Open House, for proud parents to peruse. Now, maybe it was the fact Open House was two days before our fundraiser and I was overwhelmingly stressed. Maybe it was the fact I’d been up since 5am, and at school since 7:30am to run the BOGO book fair. Maybe it was the fact we were just two shorts weeks away from the end of the school year, an end which would bring promotion ceremonies for two, and big changes for all of us. But when I walked into Little Man’s classroom, and read his I Am poem, I fell apart.  We’re talking total wheels off, hot weepy mess, in the middle of the classroom…

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