A Nice Ending

One of the shining moments of my last teaching day this year came in the form of a list poem titled "Six Memories of Sixth Grade." It was written by a student I've written about before here, a student who has had some tough times this year. His memories were as follows:

I remember the looks of new faces and the resemblance of old.
I remember my teacher's greetings.
I remember a teacher's face, red with anger.
I remember the mats where I wrestled.
I remember how bad it is to be looked down upon.
I remember the sadness...leaving 6th grade.