As I went for my run this morning, I looked up and I wasn’t sure if the sky was reflecting the way I was feeling or, if my mood was reflective of the weather. I found myself with a strange sense of excitement for my plans for the summer and looking ahead to next year, but also a sense of missing my World Lit classes. (They would probably be surprised to hear me say that!) The sky was blue, but the gray clouds were rolling over it…almost as though the sky couldn’t make up its mind either about its feelings.
Another school year has come to an end…this is the completion of my 5th full year of teaching. Normally I would be ecstatic with the whole of summer set before me (along with the meetings I will have to attend, but that’s besides the point), ready with my reading list and my plans for how to improve my class for next year. But for some reason, this school year doesn’t completely feel over to me…and it’s not because we still have graduation next week. No, for some reason I’m not ready to let my seniors go this year. I’m not ready to not have them in my room every day where I can watch them grow (hopefully) and discover their own values and beliefs as we explore other countries and ways of thinking. I’m not ready to not hear their jokes or their stories each day. Continue reading