He's the best teacher I've ever had. He was like a uncle to me, he means so much to me. I could tell him anything. That's why the tears won't stop raining down as I hear the news. I didn't see this coming. No. People have to know the joy of having him as a teacher or just having him you're life. No. Everyone needs to know how outstanding he is. He's the blue to the sky, no wonder the sky is gray now. It'll be overcast for a while.
Today is the end of my life, so in other words the last day of 5th grade. Normally, at the end of the year our teachers has a video of pictures from this year with music to share with us. I was sitting in the front row with my friends surrounding me, as the screen flashed memories back at me. …show more content…
There are 12 different 5th grade classes so we didn't get to go right away, but pretty soon I stopped my river of tears and we had our first match. We tugged and pulled, and we won. I guess it didn't really matter to me if we won or not. Match 2, we won. We kept on winning and a little later we were on our final match in the finals. We made it this far, we can't back down. “1,2,3,GO!’’ Yelled one of the teachers. Our class put all of our might into this one game. We surged all of our energy into that rope and yanked and tugged. We won! We all jumped up into the air, hugging each other with pure joy. Huh,I guess I did care if we won. It just added another great memory to the …show more content…
I'm like a vase if I tip, I shatter into a million pieces. I shattered. The stream of tears came raging back at me. All the happiness from winning tug of war cracked inside of me when I shattered. I surveyed my classmates only to find bright red faces with tears streaking there faces. Almost all of the girls were crying, even some of the boys. We all shattered.
“I’m taking a year off, and I’m going to do plumbing full time now. Teaching isn't what it used to be.’’
He kept talking for a while then the bell rang. We all lined up for the last time in 5th grade. Tears streamed down lots of people faces including mine. Were all hugging and saying the painful goodbyes. I was next in line to walk out that door.
I hugged Mr.Ferguson, and started walking out the other set of doors that led outside. I know I'm going to be in the same school next year but, it's not the same. Teachers and friends can affect you for life good or bad. This year was both, but it was more good than bad. But, now I have to leave it all behind. But, I know next year I'll be running out of this school again with tears down my face. My mom was picking me up because I knew I would be a crying mess. Goodbye 5th grade,forever I thought as I ran into my mom's