But in spite of the confusion the last few days of school were filled with games, hugs, gifts, cards, and some of my favorite dibujos ever. My amazing bilingual coordinator and coworkers had every single one of my students make a card and/or a drawing for me, and they put them all together in a beautiful book. Looking through it makes my heart melt.
One of the last lessons I drew a map of the U.S. and showed them where I'm from, which is why California and my home town of Corona are so astutely noted.
Apparently I'm going home via a blimp, and I may also be French.
I must have missed the teacher-student dress alike day
Apparently I live in a castle. I sure would like to know where it is.