"I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I intended to be." --Douglas Noel Adams

Endings. I finished moving the extra stuff out of my office today. My next door neighbor, our school psychologis, came over wondering where I was moving to. When I shared that I have been offered a 7th and 8th grade position, he lit up and exclaimed "This is great news! Your students are so lucky! I am so glad you'll be here working with our kids!" Hmmm. Nice to know that someone who works with our kids thinks it's a blessing that I'll be working closely with some too.
As I walked out of my office for the last look-around this afternoon, I headed out the front door. None of the three secretaries looked up as I tried to wave goodbye. No smiles, no waves, no eye contact. That pretty much summed up my two year experience. No attachment. no memories. Weird.
So I headed across the quad and met the principal. I initiated a conversation--"Well, another year completed, huh?" I offered. "Well, no. We have graduation tonight." she replied. "That's just the celebration part of our hard work...." That obviously fell on deaf ears, because there was no reply. That pretty much summed up my two year experience. No attachment, no memories. Weird.
Undaunted, I continued toward the district office to say goodbyes to the ladies I have come to know well these two years. They share my strange sense of humor--and that something is missing in the heart of the middle school. I think they both have a sense that I am looking elsewhere for a job, a breath of fresh air...I promised to stop in and give updates on our African girl and to continue watching with great interest.
XO