Bitter Sweet

As an end-of-the-year field trip, we ventured out on Lake Michigan for an architectural tour. In the fall, we had studied the Great Lakes and thought that this would be a great way to wrap up the year.  Chicago spring weather is unpredictable.  The morning began cool and hazy, most of the lakefront covered in patches of fog.  Luckily, during the boat ride, the clouds parted and a warm sun made its appearance.  Our "tour guide" was a recording that was often difficult to hear or too fast to understand.  Most of the children weren't paying attention anyway.  They were more interested in watching the tall schooner that sailed near us or talking to their friends.  One little girl moved close to me and said, "Ms. Harrison, I can't hear what the man is saying and he's talking too fast.  How am I going to remember 3 facts  to write in my journal tomorrow?"  I told her not to worry about facts, just enjoy the ride.  Surprised and with a smile, she snuggled next to me.  We leaned back, breathed in the fresh air, and enjoyed one of our last moments together as teacher and student.