...a year in fourth grade...
January 29, 2006
School is where everything happens…especially 4th grade. No longer babies, these younglings come to school knowing a lot and so eager for more. School is the melting pot of all emotions. These boys and girls come out of the shadows of their homes in the early morning hours. They meet. They CONVERGE…with all that that entails…they return to the shades of evening and to family. What goes on there doesn’t stay there. It all comes to school in one way or another. School is where everything happens…especially 4th grade.
I teach them. I wait each morning for the stories of their hearts. Yellow buses drop them off. They come racing in, or just walking in, or staring and wandering in. I carry my stories also. Our day together begins. We spend the day: we learn, we question, we play, we laugh, we hurt, we cry, we heal…yes, it’s our year in fourth grade.
School is where everything happens…especially 4th grade. No longer babies, these younglings come to school knowing a lot and so eager for more. School is the melting pot of all emotions. These boys and girls come out of the shadows of their homes in the early morning hours. They meet. They CONVERGE…with all that that entails…they return to the shades of evening and to family. What goes on there doesn’t stay there. It all comes to school in one way or another. School is where everything happens…especially 4th grade.
I teach them. I wait each morning for the stories of their hearts. Yellow buses drop them off. They come racing in, or just walking in, or staring and wandering in. I carry my stories also. Our day together begins. We spend the day: we learn, we question, we play, we laugh, we hurt, we cry, we heal…yes, it’s our year in fourth grade.

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