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Getting to the End
When we get this close to the end, it is easier for me to lay it all out so that I can see it clearly. I am not really to the point of counting days yet, but I do know that I have a very limited number of days left in which to accomplish as much as I possibly can for these kids in this year.
It won't all get done. I've taught long enough to know that, for me, the fact of the matter is that I will run out of time before I run out of things to talk about and teach. So many choices have to be made over the course of the school year... there are lots and lots and lots of great options for making the subjects that I teach come alive and take on meaning for my students -- but there isn't enough time for everything. I have to decide; and when I get to the end, like this, I know that I simply have to let it go. Teach as much as I can, without making all of us crazy, and let the rest of it remain for the next teacher to pick up.
I am tired. TIRED. Down to my bones. Down to my soul. I will make it to the end, but I will be glad for the break. I am ready to rest. They are ready, too. We will get through these last weeks together, studying rocks and light and sound and geometry... And then we will hug and wave, and take our leave of one another.
The end is coming.