I guess this whole past year has been a kind of goodbye. I've known since it began that it would be my last year, but when I started I never dreamed that I would end with one final group of students, back in my original classroom in this building. I said goodbye today as I finished up clearing out the room. I still have some things that I will need help moving out, stored in my office, but the classroom is free for the teacher who will make it hers next. She is a teacher already at school, moving into teaching the oldest students, and I know she's thrilled for this next challenge in her teaching life. I wish her wonderful times, just as I had. The classroom already has many supplies and books and tables, etc., but now she gets to arrange and re-arrange (as we all do) until it feels just right for her and her class.
I cleaned the desk which I haven't cleaned out totally in all these years. Oh my, bags of stuff. I brought it all home thinking that the grand-girls could go through the "stuff" with me, and find some little toys, pens, things to play with.
I left: a box of tissues, a duster, and a roll of paper towels. Isn't that what every teacher needs? Some things to whisk away the tears, the dust, and the germs. Everything else will be taken care of by the students.
|Before. I didn't stay at the desk very much, but it sure held a lot of important stuff!|
|On the shelf: What and who greeted me every day.|
|All ready for who's next!|