Right now I’m laying in bed typing, finishing off the last of my Haagen-Dazs vanilla milk chocolate and almond ice cream bar (which almost brought me to tears), and considering how to tackle the task of reflecting on my time as a teacher leading up to this point.
Tomorrow, I will say goodbye to kids who I have spent almost 400 hours with since August. I’ve seen them at their worst and their best, and they’ve seen me at both of mine. I have spent more “real” time with these young people than I did my own family, friends, and even my own roommates in that same amount of time, and tomorrow our relationship will, for the most part, come to a pretty abrupt halt. Some of them I have had for two years in a row now. So (counts on fingers) like 800 hours.
There will be other goodbyes tomorrow– the incredible and crazy teachers I work with, cleaning staff that I might kidnap, clerks and administrators, my classroom, and the drive to school that has become so natural. A goodbye to familiarity itself. There will be a lot to write about.
But not tonight. It’s my bedtime.
P.S. But seriously, the Haagen-Dazs was amazing.