The school year, that is. This is our last week of school in my district, and what a strange last week it’s going to be.
The truth is, I never really enjoy the last week of school. Yes, I love my summer vacation, but I really don’t like endings. I don’t like packing up, putting away, covering up, and shutting down. I don’t like saying goodbye (even if it is just for 8 weeks). I miss my school family, and I never like the idea of not hearing the voices of over 400 children every day for a full two months.
But this year is the strangest end to a school year ever. I’m sitting up in my little office I carved out of the corner of a small guest room. There are no children’s voices. I have to say goodbye to my friends and colleagues over Google Meet or email. There are no quick visits to classrooms to give hugs and say, “Have a great summer!” The fifth graders will not experience the annual “clap out” through the hallways of our school, but will have a drive-through graduation with staff lined up along a route wearing masks. No final concerts. No final Whole School Meeting. No final celebration. And no idea what the fall will look like.
This year is ending.