Finals were over yesterday, graduation is tonight, and teachers' last day is Friday. I have about an hour of paperwork to do, and then that's it.
For various reasons, I won't be returning to my current school, and I'm taking a break from teaching altogether for at least a year. I've been going back and fourth on this decision for a few months, but I'm 99% sure it's the right thing to do. However, there are times when that 1% erupts -- like when I got this note from a student at the end of his final exam:
"I
would just like to thank you, Ms. Brown, for everything you have done
for me this year, as well as for everyone else in the class. People
like you giving years of their lives to ensure that we go on to live
ours to the most. Teaching is among one of the most caring occupations I
can think of, and few will rank higher on my list of teachers than you.
Thank you again for helping brighten a year that may have otherwise
ruined my life."
Right in the feels.
But then I tell myself I'm leaving teaching for reasons like this. And the fact that this is considered revolutionary.
There is so much work still left to be done.
