This morning I woke to the sound of kids walking by the house. (Well, that was after the phone rang! Noone there!!) I wondered how the students I lad last year in 8th grade were faring at the high school. Hmmm! I wonder if Squirrel had thrown a temper tantrum yet! I wondered if Grif had gotten her "comeuppance" yet! (I hope that happened the first day...) and I just generally wonder how it's going. I wonder how my group of Autistic boys is doing and if they are being well treated. Sometimes, the regular teachers can become impatient with these guys, and I knew how to handle them. (Carefully, slowly, and with lots of patience.) I wonder what they did with my room. I spent nine years in there, so I am just curious.
No, I don't miss getting up and getting going on a schedule. I don't miss the disrespect. I don't miss the whining! But I do miss the kids I worked with every period of every day! They were what the job was all about, so I can't help but wonder how they are doing and if they miss me.