Bridgette B Teacher - Pov

As I scanned the room, my eyes landed on a familiar face - or rather, a familiar messy bun and pair of bright blue eyes. My student, Alex, was grinning mischievously at his friend, no doubt plotting their next move.

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They were the reason I loved being a teacher. As I scanned the room, my eyes landed

I began to hand out worksheets, trying to keep the chatter to a minimum. But it was like trying to hold water in my hands - the more I tried to control it, the more it seemed to slip through my fingers. I can certainly continue the story or try

And with that, they were gone.

But as the final bell approached, and the students began to pack up their things, I felt a sense of sadness wash over me. I was going to miss them while they were out on break. I was going to miss the energy and the excitement of the classroom.