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For the last two years, I've been a teacher for a youth group at my church, girls, ages 12-13. When I was first asked to teach them, I was completely intimated. Some people seem to have a really natural way with young people this age and some just don't. I'm part of the second group.
This morning, I was released from my teaching position, and I cannot stop crying about it. It didn't come as a huge surprise to me. They usually get new teachers every couple of years so no one gets burned out, and I knew my time was coming to an end. It's just I didn't expect to love my class as much as I do. I was so obnoxious at that age, I was half afraid I wouldn't even like the girls. But seriously, I adore them! My teaching partner and I had to tell the girls today it would be our last day as their teachers, which made me cry again, especially when they started crying too. I've given myself a headache. It's not like I'm never going to see them after this. I just got so attached to them, and I'm bummed I won't be teaching them anymore.
This morning, I was released from my teaching position, and I cannot stop crying about it. It didn't come as a huge surprise to me. They usually get new teachers every couple of years so no one gets burned out, and I knew my time was coming to an end. It's just I didn't expect to love my class as much as I do. I was so obnoxious at that age, I was half afraid I wouldn't even like the girls. But seriously, I adore them! My teaching partner and I had to tell the girls today it would be our last day as their teachers, which made me cry again, especially when they started crying too. I've given myself a headache. It's not like I'm never going to see them after this. I just got so attached to them, and I'm bummed I won't be teaching them anymore.