We had two evening teacher workshops this year, which actually count as one of our required 187 days (I don’t question contract math), which means…. TODAY WAS THE LAST DAY! IT’S SUMMER!!!!!!
I had very little to do today because I’m obnoxiously quick, and I had all day yesterday to do stuff, so I helped Mr. F clean up his room. Then Mrs. T and I helped Mr. E move stuff from his current classroom down to a classroom on our floor because he’s going to be the science teacher on our ninth grade team next year. We’re definitely excited to have him.
There was a brief faculty meeting that was really just a send off for The Principal, who is retiring. He commended us all for getting through what was a really tough year and staying positive, and acknowledged it wasn’t always easy. Those of you who read regularly know that we had the toughest, most in-crisis freshmen class I’ve ever had, and then there were all these crazy, unexpected things that the whole school community had to deal with: Incidents the police were involved in, major catastrophes in the local area, the lockdown, the pipes bursting, and everything else… I tend to sum it up with a quote from C.S. Lewis: “Experience, that most brutal of teachers. But you learn. My God, you learn.”
I did learn, and it will make me better, but I am also so, so relieved that this year is done.
I shook The Principal’s hand after the meeting, and thanked him for his support over the years. He really did champion young teachers, and encouraged us to be bold and creative, and I benefited hugely from that.
And that… was that.
Until next year!