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Thank You!


        Look at how time has flown by! Tomorrow, June 23, is the last day of school..... at Pine Glen. During these past six years, I have made countless new friends, memories, and impacts at my beloved elementary school. I have seen each grades specialties, and I have grown so much academically and socially. Today, I would like to thank all my teachers.

Kindergarten: Lo and behold, my first year at Pine Glen, I get Mrs. Potts and Ms. Hanafin! They helped me feel comfortable at yet another new school, and helped me learn things the American way. And who can forget making butter ("shake-a, shake-a, shake-a, butter we will make-a, shake-a, shake-a, shake-a, butter we will make-a PASS!) and Mrs. Potts vacation to Costa Rica (I still remember her YouTube video titled, "Adventure Teacher"). 

First Grade: Entering year two, I was welcomed by Ms. Smith (homeroom) and Mrs. Hayes (ELA) This year, we were introduced to a new subject: ELA. We started with FUNdations (which was not fun). Ms. Smith was the teacher who inspired me to start blogging. If it weren't for her optimistic support, aditi's simple thoughts and Gallery of Imagination wouldn't exist.

Second Grade: Three-year Pine Glenner now, I came as a whirlwind to Ms. Varrell. She was always smiling, and her XtraMath program helped me develop a love for math. I remember the time she smeared on her lipstick and kissed one of my peer's paper because he had gotten some difficult problem right. She still remembered me now, wishing to use my blog as a teaching tool for her students. Ms. Varrell also played the part of my ELA teacher.

Third Grade: Now I was stuck in the middle. To help me venture out of the woods came Mrs. Cunha (homeroom) and Mrs. Lynch (ELA). Mrs. Cunha helped me master multiplication and division. I remember challenging Mrs. Cunha that either me or a peer could finish a timed test before her. I finished a few seconds after. Mrs. Lynch was the one who finally ended the torture of FUNdations. I remember reading Stone Fox, and seeing half of the class cry at the end.

Fourth Grade: Now five year veterans, I took Mrs. Finn (homeroom) and Mrs. Visocchi (ELA) by storm. Everyone remembers Ms. Finn's unconditional love for singing EVERYWHERE, EVERY TIME. Mrs. "Ferocious" was a great teacher in the sense that we were able to get things done. Although a silly and loud class, we respected Mrs. Finn a lot. We also met a student training to be a teacher, former Pine Glenner Ms. Calvino. She was a great help, too. Mrs. Visocchi engrossed us in fun activities and plenty of cocoa puffs and bunny hair. She was always keeping us in line, making sure we were out best selves.

Fifth Grade: Our last year at Pine Glen, I greeted our two teachers, Ms. Lane (Homeroom/ELA) and Mrs. Fitzpatrick (Math) with a barnyard of laughs (BAAAAAAAA!). Ms. Lane helped guide me through the heavy social studies curriculum, and all of our special trips (Bournedale, Cedardale, Moving Up Ceremony, etc.) She was always a driving force, who helped me showcase my talents and personalities. Mrs. Fitzpatrick... what can I say but baaaaa? She helped me get used two switching for two subjects, and learn my conversions for sixth grade. I could always be sure to have a good time in math, no matter how boring others say the subject is.

Art: The beloved Ms. Fallon has been a trusting, creative, magical teacher who sparked my love for art. She inspired me to pursue drawing and create a blog for my art. She has introduced different ideas and techniques for us to explore. 

Music: Mrs. Agati introduced chorus and concerts and instruments and notes and countless other things to me in the past five years with her. She helped me like music and see it in a different view.

Violin: Mrs. Canzano (forever Ms. Berger for me) sparked my passion for playing instruments and experimenting with the notes. She helped me progress through the violin with her lessons, teaching me the basics and more.

Gym: Mrs. Govoni helped me like games and sports, as I was and still am a indoors-loving type of girl. She helped me learn about basketball, football, soccer, and volleyball, things I had never heard of in Singapore.

I want to thank everyone in the school who has helped from the bottom of my heart, including teachers, my principal Mr. Lyons, Barbara and Charlie, and the lunch ladies. You all will be sorely missed. 

This is Aditi, forever a Pine Glen student, signing off.
#PineGlenner4ever

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