Friday, December 18 was my last day as an English teacher at Thomas Worthington High School. Some of you may be wondering why I would quit my teaching job in the middle of the school year, and better yet, in the middle of an economic recession---well, I suppose I could start at the beginning, but I don't have patience for that so I'll cut it short. My husband got a job in Switzerland.
Anyway, I drove away from the school, kids waving goodbye in my rear view mirror, my back seat full of flowers, cards, signed posters, and crumpled pieces of notebook paper with phrases like "k.i.t." and "i'll miss u 4ev" or "i heart u!"
These kids have been my life for the past two years and I feel like our time together has been cut short. I really didn't think I would cry the way I cried, nor did I think my room would be full of kids, shoulder to shoulder squeezed in, overflowing into the hallway and down the stairs, forming a "hug line" that resembled a funeral's calling hours, but all of these things happened and I left that school with not only a backseat filled with "remember me's!", but a heart full of love.
This job has been the most difficult yet the most gratifying thing I've ever done--I'm going to miss it so much, but I'm so grateful for the lessons these kids have taught me about life and love. They have made a lasting impression on my heart and I am so thankful for that.
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