#sol18- June 12, 2018
The end of the school year is always the end of an era and even more so in schools where the population is transient (like international schools) and so many faces will be gone from year to year.
Today I was reflecting on the passage of time through some numbers:
- 26– I said goodbye to my 26th class on Friday (I took off 7 years when my sons were young)
- 12 and 29 the smallest and biggest classes I have had
- 8– in August I will begin teaching at my 8th school
- 9– next month I will move to my 9th country
- 22– today I moved out of my 22nd home- yikes, with all that practice you’d think I would get better at it!
There’s a lot I miss by being so transient, but I know there is also so much I gain. Today I am remembering all of the amazing colleagues I have taught with throughout the years. Leaving here after four years feel so short in some ways. Saying goodbye to friends here is sad. Even while I am enjoying a string of “lasts” a tiny part of my brain is already whispering with excitement that soon enough I will be experiencing all kinds of “firsts” yet to come.