Once again, I sit here and stare at an empty classroom. It doesn’t seem right. The place looks completely barren and void of everything that made it a great place to be all year. The colourful banners and posters have all been taken down. The desks are shoved to the middle of the room and all my materials have been boxed up and put away.
I sit here at the computer and know that it needs to be put away too. I need to clear out all my files I have saved on it. I need to move on. It’s hard for some reason. It always is. I get this feeling that I can only describe as teacher blues.
It’s hard to just pack up and leave. I spent a lot of time with my students this year and they just run out the door and move on. I have to move on too this year. A chapter of my life is coming to an end.
It feels weird knowing that I won’t be coming back to this classroom next year. I will be at a new school. It’s scary and exciting all at once, but I will truly miss this school. I had a great time here.
I already miss the kids. I had a great bunch this year. We learned a lot from each other. I just hope that I did enough while I was here. I hope that I made a difference to the lives of my students over the past few years.
This feeling I have right now is sort of hard to explain. I know a lot of people, my students included, are happy that it is summer vacation and they are embracing it openly already. I always need a bit of time to adjust to that. So I hesitate to leave right now. I have end-of-school-year-teacher-blues. But it will pass.