So... school is out for the summer, and I spent quite a few hours sorting and cleaning out my cupboards at school. I have been employed at that particulat school for 11.5 years - quite a long time for me! Image the stuff that I've saved and hidden away for all those years. Moving offers a unique opportunity to sort out, clean out and throw out junk!
I've been ok with the thought of moving, but during the last few days of work, it dawned on me that there are people I care about, that I will most likely never see again. I came home from work one of the last days and sat down with a cup of coffee, my husband talking away about houses that we shold go see, now that we're in the market for a new home. I wasn't listening. My thoughts were occupied with saying mentally goodbye, and when he noticed, I had to shed a few tears.
My last day of work was a mixed experience - I went through the wellknown motions of having fun with the kids, gathering with the whole school to watch some kids perform, joining in our vocal welcome to the summer holidays and saying goodbye to the students.
The annual staff summer party started off really well, and I was sursprised by speeches, gifts and too many compliments. I shed yet another tear, but dried my eyes and had a wonderful party with some wonderful people.
I know look forward to the future, knowing that I leave behind med 11.5 years of hard, heartbreaking, joyous and victorious work. I leave behind me a lot of competent people who will continue to work hard at offering the best to the kids of that neighborhood. I leave behind me an insecure, shy and somewhat frightened young teacher, and as I step forward, into my future, I strive to take with me a mature, secure and bold grown woman, eager to impart whatever knowledge I may, anxious to inspire and encourage another bunch of children.
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