It's almost closing time.
Tomorrow is the end-of-the-year party. Parents will be coming, gifts will be given.
The walls are bare. There are boxes stacked in corners. Desks are empty. There are only the last minute chores - watching the clock on Friday, packing up the computer, returning the keys.
It's hard to remember the beginning of this journey. The overwhelming feeling of walking into the classroom every morning. The uncertainty. The blind faith of putting one foot in front of the other.
I survived parent-teacher conferences, field trips, grading deadlines, a trip to the principal's office. I survived school lunches and celebrated birthdays and was bailed out (and did some bailing myself) too many times to count.
And then we came to the end.
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