At the end of a lot of days in my 3rd grade classroom I am a little disappointed in myself. I have a tendency to rush things. I know I shouldn't, but often, we work just a little too long. I read a story for one extra page, let the kids work on a project just one more minute than I should before pulling the plug and getting the room cleaned up, chairs up for the custodian, pencils off the floor, books put away.
So, after traffic circle, I am the one who puts the chairs up and picks up pencils and paper scraps. Occasionally though, there is gold there. I the last week, I found these four little notes on the floor. I am sure there is a large back story for all of these, but I think they stand well by themselves as well.
The names were changed to protect the innocent...
Steven, you are a good friend to me. You are too cool for words. Want to play at recess?
You are not annoying.
I like you.
Not like like.
But as a friend.
I am so sorry that your friend died.
But remember she will be in your heart.
I am sorry that I was leaving you out.
I was not trying to. It's just that I was playing a fun game and I wanted to play that game again.
But I could have played with you instead of playing that game. If you are feeling left out or not happy that I am not playing with you, tell me if you want and I will understand. I will play with you if you want me to play with you today.
Your friend, Dara Lyn
P.S. Not trying to make you feel bad, but I did not like how you were mimicking me, not listening to me and saying that I did not hear anything.