loss

Friday was my last day to teach high school Spanish, after eight years in a job that has challenged me at every turn but has offered some of the most rewarding work I’ve ever done. Next Wednesday I’ll walk in to the school, administer the final exam, enter grades, and walk away. This morning I…

My Spanish classroom is small, in an old building. The windows are not insulated, and the walls are thin. But I would not ask to move. …because I am only a few doors down from the art teacher’s room, and my door abuts the frame of one of the bulletin boards that line the length…