And so....

it ends.

And I sense a myriad of feelings.

Relief.  No doubting I feel relief. This has been the toughest year in awhile. Only my final yer at Pius X and my seven weeks at Lincoln were as bad.

Doubt.  Am I or was I as good as I believed?

Regret?  Am I running out on kids who need me?

Will this be my last hurrah?  I hit the big 70 in December.  Have I spent my final year in the classroom.

Another possibility occurred to me last evening.  What if the man at Renaissance checked me out on social media?  People have done it before.  I'm clearly progressive and lately quite open with my feelings about my situation at school.

Still have heard nothing and fear this opportunity is gone.  Perhaps, in the final run, it is better. I've real reservations about working in a  corporate run charter.

I want tomorrow to be my final day at Clermont Middle School. Hope I can wrap up all the paperwork.

Then I want to be on my way....

They came by again today, just as I arrived home from school.
Even got the baby to take a cracker from my hand.I
am gonna mess then something fierce.