the last day
Here goes. The last day, finally. Mixed feelings, mostly fear of being bombarded with all sorts of last-minute loose end stuff. But I'm gonna walk in there today with my head held high, and leave the same way. I do not owe anyone anything. I gave it my best shot, and it didn't work. So I'm moving on. The kids will be just fine. And so will I. And maybe next time I write that sentence, I will put myself first, syntactically and literally.