So... today, my 8th graders were talking about how excited they were to go to high school. I listened to them banter back and forth. I wondered what they would be like in high school after a summer to "grow up". I remembered how they were when they were in 6th grade, and I cried. Right there in front of them. Boo-Hooed even.
I have had this group of students since they were in the SIXTH grade. For three years, I have been their teacher, mentor and friend. And now, they are leaving. It's sad.
I hope I can contain myself at tonight's graduation ceremony.