The Champions have left the Locker Room. They won't be coming back. The team has disbanded. Many left for the last time yesterday. One of them never had the chance to say good-bye. Or receive his trophy officially declaring him a "Champion." Or read the thoughtful letters written by his teammates stating all the things they love about him.
Although I never received official notification, word on the street tells me that he was suspended for being disrespectful in PAC. If only I'd known. I would have taken him back in the classroom in a heartbeat! I've sent his trophy, his letters from the Champions, and his report card by way of another teacher who was making a similar delivery to his neighborhood. My gut tells me I should go myself. My heart tells me I couldn't take it. My "blog conscience" now convicts me that if I'm truly going to "Chase Lions in Tennessee," then I'm going to have to quit running away and do the right thing. I'll let you know how it goes...
One of my most challenging students brought me a hanging basket of geraniums today. She said her granny wanted me to have them. Funny, because her granny just told me last Friday that M. comes home from school every day saying that she wants to buy this or that for Coach Crawford. Another challenging, but so incredibly lovable student wrote me a very special thank you note that I will post here soon. Every one of them hugged me fiercely before they left for the day.
Interestingly, we completed our eleventh novel today. Just as I closed the book for the last time, the announcements came on the intercom instructing us to prepare for dismissal. Funny how just as one chapter ends, another begins for all of us. I'm sure there will be more on this as I pack and process this week.