Two days left in my teaching career. Tomorrow is my last day in the classroom. Monday I'll be cleaning out my room.
I have been dreading my last day in the classroom for a while now. Ending the year is hard every year. I always have lumps in my throat, sleepless nights, weepy eyes, a frequently non-functioning voice, and so on.
The last day means: report cards, speaking (briefly) at the school awards assembly, helping my kids through saying goodbye to our classroom, giving away more of my stuff to my kids (lots of clay projects tomorrow), and going to a staff party right after the kids leave.
That's at the end of a regular year, This one is different.