The classroom is empty. The walls are bare. The white board is devoid of smears. The final exams are scored and the final grades have been verified. The textbooks and computers and classroom furniture have been inventoried. The gang graffiti on the bathroom ceiling has been reported. The car is packed up. The keys and parking decal have been turned in. Every single task on my End of Year Checkout List has been ticked and signed off.
And now I wait.
Officially, the last day of school for teachers is tomorrow, but I have used my powers of inference and decided that “Once you’ve completed the checkout procedures, have a nice summer!” means that I have no obligation to show up.
Nobody said anything about leaving early today, though.
So I wait.
Two hours and 59 minutes I have been waiting. The few students on my roster either didn’t make an appearance today, or begged their moms to let them leave early. I’ll blame it on the torrential rain.
Only one student took the time to say good-bye. He brought me a Thank You card with a brief but sweet note and a gift certificate. He’s going to be just fine. He has goals and aspirations — and a mother he fears.
Success up to age 20 or so often requires a healthy dose of mother fear.
For the Record:
- Weather: Rainy. Gusty. Under a tornado watch. Muggy and warm.
- I will miss the morning sunlight streaming through my east-facing classroom windows.
- The first thing I am going to do when I get home is turn off my alarm clock!
- In 4 days I will be at home in WV with some of my very favorite people. Yay!
- You haven’t heard the half of what I’ve experienced this year. I’ve been kinda quiet these past few months. My life and outlook has changed and I am still processing some of the things I’ve learned and experienced. I hope I’ve made a positive impact on my students.
- Only time will tell.