Everything was ready and I was very excited. Actually I was really bummed too. It would start over again, however I would be able to be somewhere that I already knew, a place where everyone or most everyone I knew would be as well. But what kind of place would that be? I like the feeling of knowing that I am safe, and will be looked after. Would I be able to be myself without having to worry about what others might think, or say? Would I be able to feel comfortable in my new setting? Would I be able to be me?

I remember wondering how it would all be. Who were they? What did they look like? Most of them were already familiar with one another, and with the general layout of familiar surroundings. I wonder if there are any new rules or regulations that we were supposed to follow. What a drag, rules. Do I need more rules? I have heard before that rules were meant to be broken, but I am not a rule-breaker and certainly don’t agree with that statement.

I have seen him many times. I know what he looks like, and may have actually spoken to him before. Perhaps I even wished that I could be in his class.

Sometimes it seems like the situation we are in is one that drags on and on, and on. It’s during those intervals when we wish that time would ‘go by faster’, or just finish-up so that we can get on to the ‘next thing’…whatever that ‘next thing’ really is. What DO I want to do next? Often we are not even able to answer that question, but it is one that cannot be ignored. There are periods when the clock hands travel very quickly, especially when we are having a good time.

Sometimes we think that everything, all that we have will be here forever. I like that thought. Circumstances we find ourselves in often allow us to be who we really are, and that makes us feel good.

Time however has passed. Your time in this classroom has come to an end, at least for some, and our time together is complete. It is now time for us to move forward, both you and I. Realize that we move in unison through time, and though our paths, once separate were woven together for a brief period, they will once again move apart.

Everything is ready and I am very excited. Actually I am really bummed too. It all will start over again, and I will be somewhere that I don’t even know, a place where everyone or at least a few of whom I know will be as well. But what kind of place will that be?

My sincere well wishes for you all boys and girls, as some of you will be going to Middle School and others I will see again, soon.