• I’m happy to not be lesson planning. The thought jerked me awake about a week ago as I was drifting off to sleep: “What if I never write another lesson plan again?”
• I’m glad to have loads of time to spend on myself—chew over possible career choices, take the Clifton StrengthsFinder (Positivity, Learner, Input, Achiever, Ideation), go to fitness classes at the Y, write a lot, read a lot, mentally pry open my future…
• I’m relieved this happened at the end of the year.
• I’m lucky TFA is on my side.
• I’m also lucky that while my termination was dealt to me, my principal basically told me he’d tell anyone who asked him how great my classroom was and how good a teacher I was. (really, dude?)
• I’m really excited about what I have lined up for my summer (two internships and twelve credits of summer classes!)…
But seeing my friends in other regions in graduation pictures with their happy, happy kids, or hearing stories of end-of-year celebrations at my school, or reading my-two-years-are-over posts on this site, or realizing that I’m never going to be able say my good-bye-and-good-lucks to my seniors is just WEIRD. I’ll be attending graduation, but only as an audience member—and my principal told my kids I wasn’t coming back before he even told me.
This is such a weird and unexpected conclusion to all this blood/sweat/tears/doubt/ triumph /anger/thing. The end of my two years just evaporated—I just evaporated—and it’s a bit of a struggle to not let this define the whole affair.