The END

When I first found out I was pregnant, there was a big part of me that thought that I would NOT survive the 3 busiest months of the school year feeling all sick, tired, and preggers and without Michael.

But I'm here to tell you.... I DID IT! I survived! I made it!

Yesterday was officially the last day of school. It should have been bittersweet. I should have shed a few tears. I should have had some sadness as I pulled out of that parking lot. But I didn't.

The truth is, I am just much too excited about my future that I don't have it in me to feel the slightest bit sad or sentimental about my past.

Well, I take that back, I did get a bit teary-eyed while watching the season finale of my new favorite show Glee. Somehow that show helped me find the tears that real life just wasn't providing for me.

In any case, I certainly felt loved during my last week. I received much of my favorite thing in the whole world to receive - letters and cards with heartfelt messages written inside. The binder where I keep special things from my students doubled in size this week, I'll just say that.

Probably the coolest thing that happened all week was that yesterday, on the last day of school, my very first class of 8th graders (now just finishing up their sophomore year in high school) showed up and spent the morning with me. 18 of them. 18 16-year-olds who could've spent their morning doing who knows what, decided instead to spend their morning in my classroom with me saying goodbye. It was indeed a special day that I will not soon forget.

All in all, I have no regrets and am ready to move forward.

My hope is that this distance from the classroom setting will give me a chance to reflect. Maybe I will miss it. Maybe I won't. Time will tell.