Goodbye, Old Friend

This week, I packed up my room. This classroom was the first room I’ve ever had for more than one school year. In nine years of teaching, I’d moved every year until I got this room. For the first time in my career, I had a room. It was mined, and I loved it.

Now, it’s not all sad. I’m moving to a new room, in a new building, for a new position, with the same great district. It’s bittersweet, but I’m excited for what lies ahead.

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