As the bus pulled in to the parking lot of the high school, my heart started to beat just a bit faster. This was the moment- my students would either make me look good or like a total loser. I had faith that they would make it work, but they are 6th graders after all! We wound our way into the building and found our seats. I let the kids rest for a minute before taking them out into the vast open space of the gym floor.
I got them all lined up and ready to go. They were nervous and I was excited. My class was first again and I loved it. They would be able to do their dance and then they would get to simply enjoy the rest of the performances.
The music started and I couldn't do anything but smile bigger and bigger as my class danced the best they had ever danced. Not only that, but they were smiling! They were enjoying themselves. I knew right then and there that the festival had once again been a success. It really was worth all the frustration and stress of getting the kids to listen and practice.
I guess it is the memories like these that re-energize our teacher batteries and remind of the real reason we teach- the kids. I can't imagine the day when I don't have a class of stress creating, at times heartbreaking, never-cease-to-amaze me kids to work with.