It has been a year since I have posted, and that year has been filled with changes. The biggest change of all is that I have decided to relocate. While I am excited about the changes and new adventures that await me in a different city, I am also very sad to leave behind a job I have loved. I have spent 8 years, plus a semester of student teaching, at the same school. The students I had in my first class graduated from high school this year. There have been struggles and bad days, of course, but overall - I can look back on my experience with nothing but smiles.
While their were several "last days" for me (last day of the regular school year, last teacher day) today was the end of summer school and the end of my time at the school I started my career at. It was a typical last day, filled with many of the same things I did every day for the past 8 years. But this Friday was different. It was the last day I would pick up a line of chatty students from breakfast. The last day we would all dawn our summer school shirts and head off on a field trip. The last time I would drop them off on our playground and head off to scarf down my lunch.
I have to admit I teared up at the end of the day, as I led my students down the hallway for the last time and high fived them at the door. I tried my hardest to give my best to the school, and I hope I have made a small difference in the lives of my student. I care greatly about the students, the staff and the school. It is hard to leave a place you love.
