"If it is to be, it is up to me."

[insert gratuitous picture of myself]

Done.

Alright here's the thing. Today was my last day of practicum, so that means I won't be in a classroom for oh...about 10 months. RIDICULOUS. The last days are always the best and the worst. Yes, now I have many "extra" hours to my day for a week, but being in the classroom is what I love (Dear self-Don't forget that). 

The absolute best part of today was the end when my mentor teacher told the class it was my last day. They all ran up and gave me cute 8 year-old hugs and told me they were going to miss me. However the most touching hug was from "Kyle." 

Kyle is diagnosed with OCD, and shows signs of autism and ADHD. He's a brilliant kid and I adore him, but he can easily get on your nerves, especially after a long day. Anywho, Kyle walks up to me and babbles on about gravity (they are learning that for units) and his super smooth eraser. He then asks where I'm going and when I'm going to be a real teacher. Then, he leaps up and wraps his arms around my neck and whispers that he'll miss me. If that moment doesn't jerk tears from your eyes, I don't know what will. 

It's been amazing to see how different kids in each classroom I've been in have touched me in some way, leaving an imprint on my heart. I have absolutely loved it, even though the days are endlessly long and nothing ever goes according to the plan.