Friday was the last day at school before winter break. We are now about to embark on our winter break and two whole weeks not at school. Two Whole Weeks…
Two whole weeks without getting my own personal morning greeting from my favorite four year olds who I work with in after school
Two whole weeks without getting the tightest toughest hugs from my students, the ones where he never wants to let go
Two whole weeks without students telling me on a Monday morning he can’t wait to write about what he did this weekend, and he can’t wait for me to read it
Two whole weeks without students and I sitting down with a whiteboard and two markers learning to recognize numbers
Two whole weeks without students following me around the school and me begging her to go back to class
Two whole weeks without taking a child up to the Dean’s Office, breaking up a fight, or bringing a class out to recess
Two whole weeks without a lunch club, without aftercare, without ‘Breakfast for the Brain,’ without math and literacy blocks, without my favorite teachers
Two whole weeks without “I love you Miss Gabby”
Two whole weeks without my team.
I should be looking forward to a break, right? But thinking about two weeks outside of City Year, I know now more than ever why I serve.
I serve because of the students whom I love, whose futures I am impacting in ways I can only imagine. I serve because I know one day my first graders will really be the Class of 2026, college graduates and future leaders of their communities. I serve because, even with all the ups and downs and everywhere in between, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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