I'm sitting in an empty classroom. It was the last session of my evening class and my students' final exams are in a stack in front of me.
Also in front of me is a Christmas card from a sweet student. Inside she said I was a good teacher, a helpful teacher. She thanked me.
And maybe she does this for every teacher. Maybe she's just a nice kid. But it's making me weep. I have three days left of teaching and I'm weeping about it.
I want to leave the school with all my heart. It's the right thing to do. It's a toxic, insane department.
But I'll miss my students. I'll miss teaching. I'll miss.