Today I emptied out my classroom.
My room for 5 years is now completely bare.
Nothing on the walls, no tables or chairs, and a sparkling clean floor.
This afternoon I walked the hallway to my classroom. Midway I was stopped by our school's head custodian. I asked her if the room was finished...as soon as she answered I started crying.
I cried for the memories in that room; the laughter, the learning, the fun.
I cried for the experiences at my school; the potlucks, growing as a teacher, the relationships.
I stood there in the hallway of my school, in the arms of our head custodian and I cried.
The pictures do not do justice to the emotions I have..
Change is hard.