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It's the middle of the school day, but for once I don't have anything to do. Interval (morning break) is about to start, which is normally a twenty-minute opportunity to scramble to catch up on lesson plans. But I've just finished writing my last lesson plan of... ever? Well, of student teaching, at least! And I have nothing to do.
Today is my last day of school. It's a day of mixed feelings. Last night I went to Bay Cities Band for the last time, which was melancholy. (No more mallet percussion! Sob.) I was also a bit more emotional than usual because I was quite tired. I went out for dinner the previous night with the Lindisfarne teacher I keep mentioning. It was the last time and we ended up staying out quite late. Sigh. Today the students are planning a "shared lunch" for me (basically, one of those celebrations that high schoolers love, in which everyone brings food and there ends up being fifteen different bags of chips and thirty-five packages of cookies...yum! :). It's so sweet. They are such wonderful kids! It's supposed to be a surprise but they haven't been very discrete, which is cute. Today was my last lesson with the Year 13s and they had pooled their money and spontaneously bought me a gift... aw, they are so sweet! Man, I'm afraid I'm going to cry later on.
But as I wind down my time here, I've discovered that I am really looking forward to going home. Saying goodbye to Lindisfarne teacher was a turning point. I was sad to watch his tail-lights recede into the distance and to think I'll probably never see him again, but by the time I'd gotten home my head was clearer and I realized how excited I am to see everyone back in the US. I can't wait to see my family! I can't wait to bum around Morris, to sit on Devin's couch, to hang out with Julia, to have my own house back! I might even go to Quarter Taps!
So this is an emotional day - both intensely sad and intensely happy at the same time. How can one little body contain so much love and bittersweet feeling? I am going to teach my Year 10s for the last time in about ten minutes, and every time I look at their shining and eager faces, my heart breaks. I'm going to miss this school.
Today is my last day of school. It's a day of mixed feelings. Last night I went to Bay Cities Band for the last time, which was melancholy. (No more mallet percussion! Sob.) I was also a bit more emotional than usual because I was quite tired. I went out for dinner the previous night with the Lindisfarne teacher I keep mentioning. It was the last time and we ended up staying out quite late. Sigh. Today the students are planning a "shared lunch" for me (basically, one of those celebrations that high schoolers love, in which everyone brings food and there ends up being fifteen different bags of chips and thirty-five packages of cookies...yum! :). It's so sweet. They are such wonderful kids! It's supposed to be a surprise but they haven't been very discrete, which is cute. Today was my last lesson with the Year 13s and they had pooled their money and spontaneously bought me a gift... aw, they are so sweet! Man, I'm afraid I'm going to cry later on.
But as I wind down my time here, I've discovered that I am really looking forward to going home. Saying goodbye to Lindisfarne teacher was a turning point. I was sad to watch his tail-lights recede into the distance and to think I'll probably never see him again, but by the time I'd gotten home my head was clearer and I realized how excited I am to see everyone back in the US. I can't wait to see my family! I can't wait to bum around Morris, to sit on Devin's couch, to hang out with Julia, to have my own house back! I might even go to Quarter Taps!
So this is an emotional day - both intensely sad and intensely happy at the same time. How can one little body contain so much love and bittersweet feeling? I am going to teach my Year 10s for the last time in about ten minutes, and every time I look at their shining and eager faces, my heart breaks. I'm going to miss this school.