**Spoiler Alert** Overt sentimental nostalgia to follow, this is a very non-cara type of post as I reflect on my first year as a teacher, I promise I have not turned into a sap and I will return to my normal witty sarcastic self in a few days- I just have to make it through graduation first!
All of the posters and props from student presentations which turned my room into one giant refrigerator door, have been taken off the walls and stored because I, the proud teacher, can't quite bear to part with them yet; the textbooks are stacked against the back wall, eagerly awaiting the new group of students who will turn those pages; the last essays have been graded and the last exams have been taken. Today was my last day of school with my students. When the bell rang at 1:00 today, all of my babies (400 of them) left and by 1:30 our school building was eerily quiet and empty. I can't believe the school year is over; I'm not sure what to do with myself now. I am ready for a break and am excited to have time to relax and prepare for next year. But at the same time, I'm sad not to get to see my kids for two months, not to hear my name repeated at high volumes by multiple people at the same time, not to greet them in the mornings and hear about their successes and defeats on the sports field, not to laugh with them or listen to them or talk with them or teach them. I have had such an incredible year and my students have helped me every step of the way. My sweet freshmen are freshmen no longer and my crazy seniors will graduate on Monday.
I am so blessed to get to go to work everyday in a school in which I believe and to teach the amazing students that we have. I'm already looking forward to next year's adventure!
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congratulations on a first year well done, friend. happy summer!
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