With only three and a half days left in this school year, I am reflecting on how I feel as this year ends. After thirty-three years of last days, I typically feel sad that next year won’t be the same and always excited about the prospect of three months (really way less) of summer. This year is different. What happened that changed my usual ending? One would think that after so long, each year end would be about the same. It’s not. I’m unusually sad about this year ending. What happened?
The year started normal enough…New superintendent, a few new teachers, and the typical uphill battle to educate the ignorant and change the lives of our students. Our school is made of students and staff. We are one. Sometimes we are two different entities; sometimes a joined one. This year we lost many teachers and staff members. We changed. We grew. We began to care about each other like never before. I saw my teachers more as people with a family and