Hours of costume fittings, set building, and recitation of lines all contributed to the intensity of the final stretch. The twelfth grade play is the culmination of all of their years at Beaver Run. Each student performed their role admirably. Not only carrying themselves, but also each other, through moments of stress and emotion. This group of ten students: all thoroughly grown up, all standing tall, and each one looking every inch of their twelfth grade selves, were ready to transition and experience the next moments of their lives.

A bond had been present between us all, one that had depth and meaning. Each relied upon the other and understood with intuition when the need arose for support or patience. Each of us, students and teacher, after years of companionship knew just what was needed to help each other through the overwhelming excitement of graduation: a pat on the back, kind word, or shared joke. Each simple gesture came from within, from the kind of bond that is unique to a group that has spent so much time together.
Photo credit: Shavkat Hoshimov

In 2005, I was assigned to the class in a very different role. These children, who barely reached my chin, but who were destined to tower over me, made quite an impression. We painted and sang, we laughed and played during recess, we learned to respect and trust each other. In their middle school years, I taught them science and they sat attentively and listened (for the most part!). The chance to help them engage their limbs, make sense of their observations, and form a meaningful relationship to learning was an exciting possibility. The responsibility I carried for these students grew each year, from class assistant to occasional science teacher to substitute teacher, and finally class teacher.
Our time together in school, from childhood to adulthood, left a lasting impression. I will follow their next steps into the world with great interest and drop in on them to make sure they continue to grow and forge meaningful relationships as they become responsible adults.
By Joe Harris, High School Teacher
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