And just like that, my first year of teaching is done. Is this real life?
Our classrooms are getting painted this summer so we had to 100% pack up our rooms. I’m a rebel though and left washi tape on my board for learning goals, and a bit of fabric on my back wall because it goes in between our thinking maps and those things were jerks to put up.
Two students have already emailed me and I am feeling pretty bittersweet right now. A year ago I didn’t know where I would be teaching or if I’d even have a job come fall and I was in one of the worst financial positions I have ever been in. It was all worth it though. Grad school and my surgery are two things that have made me stronger and I learned a lot from both of those choices.
Good things are still coming, I can seriously feel it. For now though I definitely need some time to relax and recharge. There’s no way I could have continued working 65+ hours a week much longer.