Diary of a Learning Environment…
I am here alone, the Third Teacher. My halls are silent, my chairs, and desks empty. Your laughter and energy is absent, where are the book bags that keep me company? I remain here and wait, as the days become nights and then days again. I will always remain here growing along with you, even when you are far away. I am as much a part of you as you are of me. I patiently await your return.
I miss your hopes and your dreams because you make mine come true! I am filled with memories of your joyful lives; the sounds of your voices, feeling the weight of your backpacks slung against my walls. Through your presence now and in the future, like family, we are both defined and inspired!