“How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.”
—A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
We have 7 days of school left. It is not enough time. Do you remember this phase from last year? Ah yes, I go insane and worry, worry, worry, run, plan, worry, hug— then they’re gone.
I don’t even like Memorial Day; I mean I like what it stands for, but could we switch it? Make it two weeks later? I did not want to have off today, not one bit.
I am not going to write long, just enough to let you know, I exist, and that this time of year demands every ounce of me in a much different way than all the other months.
And so, I’m off to jot some last minute notes to
students writers. I’ll get back with you, hopefully before my face is wet with the tears of another round of goodbyes.
If you’re a teacher like me, try to treasure the insanity of these next days. Sit next to the kids you know need to be heard. Chat with them in the hallway and invite them to have lunch with you (or horror of horrors, go have lunch with them). Take these last days, and let them know just how lucky you feel . . .
Photo credit goes to Evan— if you like the style of this photo e-mail me at firstname.lastname@example.org and I’ll get you in touch with him.