But only for adults, today. We have meetings and trainings and business to do, both today and tomorrow. I am reminded, walking down the dark hallway, how I like this school a lot without students in it.
Probably that’s easy to misunderstand. I also like it, very, very much, with students in it. But when the kids are here, I’m an adult teaching kids. When it’s just a teacher work day, I’m a contemporary surrounded by coworkers and friends. They’re always here, but our focus is completely on the kids, not on each other.
This is my last semester.
I am aware of many things I will miss. (For instance, when I checked my mail slot this morning, there was a truly precious thank-you note that was left for my by one of my students, presumaby before the break. I know that when I am no longer a teacher, I will get way less in the way of spoken and written love messages. And that has been a huge part of the joy of teaching.)
I am likewise aware of things I will not miss. And very, very aware of things that excite me. So, five months — let’s do this. And I will give my best all the days.