Winter camp is finished, the grades are in, and I had my last days at both schools. I didn’t give any advanced notice to the students or teachers that I wasn’t coming back because I didn’t want a big fuss, but I still managed to get a surprise goodbye party.
We had a barbecue party at the country school to celebrate the end of the school year. When I said I wouldn’t be there next year, they all said how sorry they were that they didn’t get me a goodbye present. Grilled meat is a good enough gift for me!
I already told some teachers at the city school that I wasn’t coming back next year, and I know they told the students at my camp because they all wrote me goodbye letters. I’m going to keep them forever!
I’m excited for a change but I really will miss these students. I didn’t enjoy my middle school years and in some ways the experience of bonding with middle school students was cathartic. I was reminded of how smart, silly, insecure, profound, and kind pre-teens can be. Can’t I take them all with me to my new home?