The End of an Era

Just like that, it’s over. No more school. It feels strange to be untethered from a profession I love so dearly, but here I am, a free agent. I’ve done my fair share of crying in the last couple of weeks, but to be honest I thought I’d cry even more than this. The end of the school year feels more like the continuation of a cycle, not a loss. It feels like growth, like stepping into the unknown. I guess this is how the 8th graders felt at graduation. At least I hope they did.