I have a lot of students that tell me they’re moving away. The little boy that told me this morning has a very special place in my heart. We’ve danced together for three years now. He has a sort of knowing and understanding about life and people, a maturity that far exceeds his age. He’s crazy smart. And loves to dance. I like to think that I’m a pretty tough cookie, but when he told me, and the way he told me, just made me want to cry.
3rd grader: Hi Ms. Jakey. I’m moving.
Me: You are?
3rd grader: Yeah, tomorrow is my last day.
Me: Really? You are moving, for sure?
3rd grader: Yeah, I’m moving to Florida.
Me: I remember you telling me that you were going to move last year, and then you ended up staying. Are you really moving for sure?
3rd grader: I am.
Me: You will be missed. I wish you all the best.
3rd grader: Thanks Ms. Jakey. Good thing my last day’s on a Thursday and we get to have one last dance class together.
Me: Yeah, good thing.