So there it is. No visiting heads of state, no security ringed motorcade, no post-transfer fireworks, just a couple of signatures, the hand over of keys, and it's done. Portable F and its future inhabitants are under new stewardship.
I don't know what all I have to say about it, but there will be more. Currently it's just a sense of melancholy about not being able to teach so many kids who I've known since they were five or six years old. More than saying farewell to colleagues is the sense of loss I've felt when fourth graders have approached me and said, somewhat sadly, that they've looked forward to being in my class and now they won't have that opportunity because I'm leaving. I can't help but feel like I'm letting them down.
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