I am looking right in the face of the end of the school year, it seems so very bittersweet this year.
My room is clean and wrapped and ready for summer's dust motes to fall, collecting as grey dust bunnies the size of cats. I am already dreaming of my classes for next fall...weird.
My students are gone (or going) and I have shoved them out of the nest towards their sophomore year, good luck to them all, but I am saddened by the lack of connection some of them have to school or life or anything.
Some of my favorite coworkers are leaving the school for bigger and better things, and while I am happy for them, I am sad for me. I know it is selfish, but the older I get, the harder it is to find truth and love for real. Too many people have two or three or eight faces in the crowd, and it is exhausting to interact with them. Such a tangled web we all weave...
Summer is beginning to burst out of my subconsciousness...I will bloom.