Friday came, dragging it's feet. It was the last day our class would be in it's original group. The day was long and just about as challenging as it had been all week. But at the end of the day, we were able to have a "goodbye" circle for all our students that were leaving our class. The funny thing was, as much as some of the kids had challenged me and pushed my patience to it's limit, I was sad to see some of them leave. I wasn't at all about to convince my lead to let them stay of course! The class really needed the change. But I was still going to miss some of them. I had, somewhere in all the madness, created a bond with them.
And what happened then? Well, in Whoville they say that the Pickle's small heart grew three sizes that day.
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