Misha's Last Day

Fourth grade has come to an end. It wasn't such a downer for Misha though because Misha's teacher is moving to be a fifth-grade teacher and taking her whole class with her. Mrs. Spong is another wonderful teacher whom Misha has loved. After Kristen's performance at 10:30, we came home for an hour until the school-wide picnic at 11:30. It was iffy as to whether or not the picnic would be outside. We have had some weird weather as school comes to a close. In fact, Kristen wore a long-sleeve shirt to school that morning.

Anyway, we drove back to the school for the picnic, and parked almost as far away as if we had just walked on over. I had blankets and picnic and stuff though that I thought would be easier than carrying from home. Misha found us and we sat down amongst hundreds of others to enjoy our lunch.





Most of the students were being signed out after lunch, but Misha wanted to stay, "I want to spend as much time with Mrs. Spong as I can." I told Mrs. Spong and she seemed touched. "Normally," she said, "I would tell the parents to take their kids with them, but Misha is welcome to stay."

Misha worked all afternoon to move desks, supplies, books, anything and everything that Mrs. Spong needed in her new classroom. When she got home, she looked beat, "Mom, now I know exactly how you feel." "How's that?" I queried. Misha replied, "I spent all afternoon working hard and sweating and all the other kids just goofed around while I worked."

A life lesson I hope she remembers well.