Two More.

There are two more days of school left. Two more drives through the desert. Two more days with my students. Two more days to pack up my classroom. And then, I'm closing the chapter at this school. Onto the next teaching adventure!

I can't believe it - when I look back, I think about how incredibly slow some school days went, how I didn't think I would survive until the end of the day (much less, the week). Yet here I am, three whole years later. I'm sad to be leaving my school, but I know it's time to move on. Crazy how it's all come down to two. more. days.

While I am certain wherever I end up, I will love those students just as much - learn from them just as much - be frustrated by them just as much - be silly and dance with them just as much, this will always be my first job. And these kids will always give me nightmares hold a special place in my heart! I know I'll wonder about how they are doing and where they ended up, especially the ones I fed and clothed. But I've learned that is the nature of my job - you pour your heart and soul into 29 kids for 180 days and then send them off to the next thing, hoping they will remember the most important of your lessons.

It's not easy to know how much of an impact you have as a teacher, but one student in particular is making sure I know it before I leave. This girl was in my very first class, back when "fake it 'til you make it" was how I survived. I must have done something right that year because she's hung around since then (I affectionately call her my stalker). She still comes in to help set up my room in the mornings and most afternoons, I return from dismissal to find messages from her on the board. Only two more days of that too. Did someone say bittersweet?

ps. If we are being technical, and I know some of you like to be, it's only one and a half more days. Not quite as nice to type but if you're being technical...one. and. a. half.