Well once benefit of being a "specialist" is that end of the year cleanup was a breeze compared to packing up my classroom last year when I was preparing to move. It took me weeks to get everything organized and packed into boxes. It took several car trips to cart all of my teacher stuff home and once it was home, I proceeded to unpack the boxes and organize them even further in order to prepare them for our storage unit in OR. It took a lot of time to get that classroom emptied out and it was definitely a sad moment to leave the room and close the door for the last time.
Today all I had to do was clean out my desk in the staff lounge since I never had my own classroom/office this year. All of my belongings fit inside one grocery bag. Now, it's completely empty and another school year has come to and end.
As I mentioned in a previous post, I am really bad at goodbyes. I don't like getting to know wonderful people only to leave them. Although I haven't had the perfect year, I have met a lot of really nice people and have learned a great deal from the wonderful teachers whose rooms I have worked in throughout the year. It all seems somewhat anti-climatic because this time, I am actually leaving before the kids. Technically Friday is the last day of school but because we have a wedding to attend in CT, we are taking off a bit early in order to fit in a trip to see the Sneaker-in-laws and my parents too. It was announced in the school newsletter that I won't be returning, but I don't really get the sense that the kids pay too much attention to the fact that I won't be back. Some may not even know (if they don't read the newsletter) and I am way too much of a sap to sit each one down and have a heartfelt goodbye moment. I don't want to draw attention to the fact that I won't be returning because I feel like I need to
"guard and protect my heart" (that might get a chuckle from any Bachelorette fans out there!). The students are the hardest ones to leave!
Last year when I left my school for the last time, I got in the car and cried.
This time, I walked out the doors without the same intensity of emotions. I had a great year and I am so happy to have had this experience, but I feel like I have so much to look forward to that I am focusing on what is ahead rather than what is being left behind. I feel like I am returning home to my teacher peeps that I know and love (even though I will be at a different school) and there are so many wonderful people back in OR that I cannot wait to see!
I received many nice comments after sending an all staff emailing announcing that Wednesday would be my last day, but truly everyone else is so busy with their own end of the year activities and duties, I feel like my leaving is pretty insignificant in the grand scheme of the last week of school. I did get some wonderful cards from one third grade class which made feel very loved. I took the student I have been working with across the street for a milkshake during his math class and it was fun to just enjoy his quirkiness for a bit. He tried to sneakily hide the card he made for me behind his back the entire way there. He made the card in the shape of a suitcase and it said "An earth sized thank you for helping me in math." Those are the things I treasure! I was also given Erlangen Monopoly (Erlangen is the city I live in) and a bottle of Prosecco from the director of the school.
I gave my two good friends hugs goodbye and realized I won't see one of them for an entire year!
Change is hard.
At least I can always remember that every end is a new beginning in some way or another....
Happy Summer!
this song is always blasting from my car as I pull out of the parking lot, but this time I was just walking away...


