I spent the day in my classroom unloading drawers and cabinets full of memories. Along with my digital files (which I'm working on copying since I will lose access to them at midnight on my birthday), these things—these files and papers and artifacts, teaching tools, professional books, and school supplies—represent my life's work. Even so, it was surprisingly easy to appreciate them one more time and then let them go.
"You know it's not too late to change your mind," the assistant principal said as he surveyed the jumble of piles and the half-full dumpster parked outside the door. For a moment, I considered the offer and imagined teaching my class in a much emptier room.
"Thanks," I said. "It is tempting, but I think it's time."
Or at least it will be on Thursday when I finish this gargantuan task!
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