I have such a neat group of fifth graders and I am dreading the end of the year because they will leave me to go to middle school. Actually, last week, they took a trip to the middle school to take a tour. While I’ve loved watching their growth not only as readers and writers, I’ve also enjoyed watching them grow as people. They are a sweet group with none of the drama that often starts kicking in. They’re kind and considerate, from asking about my day to telling me to “have a good day!” I’ve been under the weather for several days with a nasty sinus infection, sore throat, and earaches and they immediately noticed that I wasn’t feeling well and began troubleshooting to solve the problem of my illness. After cycling through different ideas, N looked up at me and solemnly asked, “Do you sleep under a ceiling fan?” Trying not to chuckle, I answered that I didn’t sleep under a fan. My answer seemed to perplex him, so I directed our conversation back to our lesson. But before they left, they made sure to wish me well and I realized that there’s not going to be enough Kleenex to get me through the Fifth Grade Farewell ceremony at the end of May.