I began to hand out worksheets, trying to keep the chatter to a minimum. But it was like trying to hold water in my hands - the more I tried to control it, the more it seemed to slip through my fingers.
I stared out at my classroom of rowdy students, trying to regain their attention. We were on the last day before winter break, and they were all practically bouncing off the walls. I took a deep breath and began to speak, trying to sound firmer than I felt. bridgette b teacher pov
But as the final bell approached, and the students began to pack up their things, I felt a sense of sadness wash over me. I was going to miss them while they were out on break. I was going to miss the energy and the excitement of the classroom. I began to hand out worksheets, trying to