Question

Diary entry your favourite teacher leaving your school

Answer 1

feel like I’m walking down the hallway with a frog in my throat, and hoping that somehow I make it through another day without bursting into tears.

The bell rings for the last time, the students walk slowly out of the room, offering their goodbyes, best wishes, and telling me that they’ll miss me, the words are sweet and wonderful to hear, but they make it hard for me to keep the tears at bay. For a moment, I think that maybe I should let them see me cry, let them see how sad I am to leave.



I quickly come to my senses, remember who I am, and push all of my feelings below the surface.

If my close friends are reading this, they’re nodding, not at all surprised that this is how I would handle the closing of this chapter, and shaking their heads, wishing that I would allow myself to be weak for just a moment.

I’ve wanted to quit for the last three years, however, now that the day has finally arrived it doesn’t seem real, and perhaps won’t, until August, when I don’t return to the classroom, something that I’ve been doing in one way or another for the last 25 years.

Many ask if I’m excited or having a celebration, my usual response is I’m excited, but also sad, and sometimes angry. And while I’ve had some mini celebrations, there doesn’t seem to be space or time for weekend getaways, because I’m still in the trenches, finishing my last day of school doesn’t get me to the finish line.