Sunday, June 5, 2016

It's hard to say good-bye........


This is the part of the year where it hardest for me..........the time to say good-bye to all of the special bonds and relationships we've formed as a class together.  Look how far we've come and what a fantastic year we've had together as 3rd graders!  How fortunate I am to have such a wonderful class that I will never forget and equipped with such amazing parents so full of endless support to me.  I thank everyone for all of their help and support this year to make all of this happen.   

Because I hate formal good-byes, I will leave you with poem and thank you for entrusting me with the education of your child.  Have such a fun, restful, and safe summer with your family and friends!  :)

                                                                          Fondly,
                                                                          Donna Hynek


End of the Year Poem
Author Unknown

I give you back your child, the same child you confidently entrusted to my care last fall. I give him back pounds heavier, inches taller, months wiser, more responsible, and more mature then he was then.

Although he would have attained his growth in spite of me, it has been my pleasure and privilege to watch his personality unfold day by day and marvel at this splendid miracle of development.

I give him back reluctantly, for having spent nine months together in the narrow confines of a crowded classroom, we have grown close, have become a part of each other, and we shall always retain a little of each other.

Ten years from now if we met on the street, your child and I, a light will shine to our eyes, a smile to our lips, and we shall feel the bond of understanding once more, this bond we feel today.

We have lived, loved, laughed, played, studied, learned, and enriched our lives together this year. I wish it could go on indefinitely, but give him back I must. Take care of him, for he is precious.

Remember that I shall always be interested in your child and his destiny, wherever he goes, whatever he does, whoever he becomes. His joys and sorrows I’ll be happy to share.