Last day of work.

Last week I had my last day of work.  I've worked at the same elementary school the entire time we have lived here, so it was hard to leave.  It wasn't all sad--good things are coming our way--but I definitely burst into tears several times with little or no notice.

This job has had a lot of bittersweet moments.  Last year (before our school got an enormous government grant providing us with lots of additional support, school was) particularly stressful and intense.  My school is segregated against, serves a high-need population, and the families there face more obstacles than I knew were possible.  I was completely spoiled on my last day--my boss got me gluten-free doughnuts, diet coke, new makeup (he calls me the "eyelash girl"), and even some vitamin D (he claims I need it for stress relief).  We all ate pizza (salad for me), shared stories, laughed, took pictures, and I got more spoiled than I deserved.  I had such a great time working at that little school--I made lasting friendships and worked with students that taught me important life lessons.  

I hate saying goodbye, but I'm glad I left on a positive note and I'm excited for big changes ahead!