Yes…it has arrived. The week that seemed so far away in August is here and for once it doesn’t seem like there is much to celebrate. This is the last year I will teach under the leadership of my friend and former high school classmate. The last year I will see the smiling face of our wonderful pre-k assistant. The last year I will watch our amazing nurse care for our sick and injured students; the last year I will be able to seek out her advice and counsel for my own health. The last year I will see the understanding face of my former college classmate as she sits in her office listening patiently to my latest complaint. Selfish thoughts, I know. I should celebrate the changes in their lives and wish them joy. I do. But I also feel so very sad for the rest of us. Change is always a challenge and next year there will be so many.
I WILL celebrate the accomplishments of my students and will be proud to stand next to them on Friday as they receive their diplomas. They have worked hard for me this year and have learned so very much! They have also matured and most have met the challenge of changing from child to student. It is a huge transformation and one that I feel privileged to witness each year.
I am looking forward to more time in the garden, a little travel, lots of writing, and perhaps a few photos here and there. LOL
Last week of school…