It hit me while at prom last night that I'll miss my kids (yup, I went to prom and it was lovely/hilarious).  It made me wonder what my students would be like when they are old enough to go to prom.  I looked at those juniors and seniors and I was so proud of them.  I was honestly sad knowing I would not be around to see my students enjoy their prom (Okay, honestly I was more sad about the fact I would not get to see my students act as mature as these kids.).  Not just that, I was sad thinking about not teaching them next year.  Not getting to hear their silly stories everyday, their serious stories, and their rude comments about me. I really do enjoy my students. (As always, I must note that there are some I do not enjoy and really cannot stand to be around for 5 seconds, but let's not think about that right now.)  I'm going to miss them. Some are leaving for charter schools, private schools, or other districts. Some are dropping out (I want to kill them). And some will be back - but they won't be mine anymore. I won't be their teacher anymore. Gosh. I just love my little babies. I want so much for them. I want to see them become mature upperclassmen. I want to see them graduate.