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Escaped

The bell has rung.  The room stands still.  Pencils are entering 

dormancy and papers no longer crinkle.  Folders are resting 

quietly in the places that their owners left them, and supply 

boxes are recovering from the flurry of activity they were a 

part of this week.



Where has the time escaped to?  Spring Break is here.  Seven-

and-a-half months have passed since my students first 

stepped into Room 202, stepped into 4th Grade, stepped into 

my daily life.  They have learned, grown, and matured since 

August of 2013 and as I look across the solemn room that has 

housed me for the past 13 years, I realize that time is slipping 

away quickly.



Before we know it summer will be upon us.  Until then we 

will work diligently on State Reports, science concepts, 

reading applications, writing exercises, and math problems.  

We will transition into the warmth of summer as we shed our 

winter coats, hats. gloves and boots.  The cloak closets will be 

able to breathe once again and the lost and found in the 

building will dwindle in its contents.  Children running in the 

warmth of the sun will catch our eyes during recess as they 

race to play yet another game of their liking.



Spring Break allows for a moment in time to rejuvenate one's 

mind, body and soul.  It allows the family to gather together 

after a long winter, spending time celebrating the gifts of 

nature as they blossom and bloom.  It is a time to re-aquaint 

with one another as summer fast approaches.  Before we 

know it, summer will be upon us.  My students and I will 

travel in our own directions with the promise of seeing each 

again come next Fall, if only for a quick hello, a reassuring 

smile, or a moment of remembrance for the time we had 

together.



Enjoy the time with your family; for as we all know...time 

escapes so quickly.



Mr. Casten
March 28, 2014
Copyrighted material of Michael C. Casten

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