3 Weeks Left

There are only 3 weeks left in my final school year as a teacher. My work keyboard suprisingly still works after being soaked in tears for the past few days. Everything is finally hitting me all at once... I'm really leaving. I am sad to be leaving, I LOVE my job, I am going to miss these kids, the school bells, grading papers and I'm sure I'll be begging someone to let me attend an ARD. My past 4 years teaching have been amazing and my exit is bittersweet. I am very present in this moment and that in itself makes me sad every day. I wrote this poem for a scholarship requirement and I think it explains exactly how I feel.

Bittersweet

This is it, the final hoorah,

Leaving is definitely bittersweet.

Now, I spend lots of time,

Thinking of all the students I got to meet.

I’ll miss creating lessons but,

There is one thing I will miss more.

Getting to know the students,

Building the rapport.

Telling them it’s the last warning,

And giving plenty of 2^nd chances.

The buzz of middle school chatter,

Or learning the latest dances.

Talking about my school years and,

Being told I’m so much older.

Serving as a listening ear,

And having a tear soaked shoulder.

The school days are quickly passing,

The year comes to an end.

I reflect on how I was more than a teacher,

I was also a friend.