Love is no such definition but rather deepens through the connections that you make. I felt my love inside one 5th grade classroom. ¨Hello guys... I am Miss Angelica, and I´m here to hang out with you guys.¨ I had prepared this statement time after time, as I was entering my internship program. Wanting to become an elementary teacher, I held hopes to be placed at my old elementary school, Westmoor Elementary. I was able to work one on one with students, problem-solve, and simply was there to show love and support for them. Entering the final weeks of my internship, it was time to be in fifth grade. Unsure of what class I wanted to observe, Mrs. Luehrs my supervisor, immediately told me, ¨Go to Mrs. Schwartz´s class, you´ll make an impact there¨. Right when I stepped into her classroom, all the students gravitated towards me. They circled me and expressed I was ¨the coolest high schooler ever!¨ Soon they called me their “best friend” and showed excitement when I arrived. Or when unable to arrive, they complained and asked all the teachers where I was. I soon learned all of their favorite hobbies, favorite subjects, their crushes, and what they were hoping to get for Christmas. As days continued, I grew a strong love for these kids. The best part of my day was going to my internship to see them. The thing is I never had met any of these kids before I had started my internship, yet it felt as if I had been a part of their entire educational journey. Hugs each day and them screaming, ¨We love you Miss Angelica!, ¨ as they head out of the classroom. Each day, I had the same routine. Arrive at the classroom at 2:00 pm. join in with their math projects, talk to them about their day, head to PE, music, or library with them, come back to their class, and prepare to send them home. It´s a simple routine yet I wouldn't have traded it for the world. As first semester was ending, I had to break the horrible news my internship would be ending. With confusion and sadness, my students pleaded me to not leave them. As my last day got closer and closer, I began receiving letters and gifts from the entire fifth-grade class. Sadness hit me, never did I think I would be so sad to leave my internship. But this was more than an internship it was the start of the relationships with wonderful students. On my last day, I spoke to Mrs. Luehrs, asking ¨Why is it so hard to leave?¨ She instantly replied, ¨Your love Angelica, the love you had for these students.¨ She began stating, this group of students faced a lot of obstacles outside of school and at times needed support. From the first day, you started with them, you greeted them with a smile and showed you wanted to be a part of their lives. On my journey of becoming an educator, I plan to be there. Once my students enter my room, it will be an environment of love and support. I am determined to establish one on one time with all of my students, making it known they have someone who is invested in their life. One on one time, of meeting with each of my students weekly, providing advice and personal goals that I will help them accomplish. I want my students and their families to understand I am available, beyond my role as an educator. My love started with a simple smile.