Yesterday was our last day of school. It was a half day. It went pretty well. It was sort of crazy, but the kids handled it well.
It doesn’t feel like school is over. I don’t know why. It doesn’t even feel like a weekend. It feels like I should be in my classroom, and the kids should all be coming in and saying and doing their usual things. “Put your phone in the box.” “Did you finish reading Chapter 12?”
But school is out. And my desk bears the wreckage of the year.