I brought in donuts to ease or sorrows as we said goodbye to one of our own, but my 9 students had an even better idea for amping up the celebration.
"Okay," Henry yelled, "We definitely need one last game of Duck, Duck Goose with Salma!"
A chorus of yes erupted from the rest of the group and before I knew it all the desks were pushed aside and the nine were seated in a circle on the floor.
For the next five minutes that small group of 12-year-olds acted much younger than their age. Somewhere along the course of the school year, this collective of kids had found a common bond of a game from their childhood. Homeroom time doesn't often leave time for such games but enough opportunities had arisen throughout the year, thus allowing me the joy of seeing a small bond form within the group.
We talked about Salma in homeroom today. We're missing one of our group. Luckily, she'll most likely be back in the area in a few years. So my homeroom students may run into her again in high school.
In the meantime, I'm sure there will still be a few more games of Duck, Duck Goose.