Yesterday was an insanely difficult day. I had to say goodbye to someone who has basically been my rock for the past year. Through all the ups and downs, he's been there to show me it's okay to laugh through all the ***that comes your way and to remind yourself that it's okay to show your students how human you are. This man has been a constant mentor and will continue to do so. The problem is, he's moving to Chicago with his wife. It used to be so easy to just walk down to his room and talk about things; now I won't have that, anymore.
I'm tearing up just thinking about this, and the biggest problem is, in a couple weeks I'm going to have to do it all over again with my students in a couple weeks. No one told me how difficult this position would actually be, and I'm scared to leave Central and never come back. Maybe I'm a pansy, but I don't care.
Anyway, sorry to load this all on a few people on the internet and everything, but I need to let this out before it consumes me. Now I have to head back to class and choke down my sadness, instead plastering a fake smile on my face. The worst part is, this poem I have to teach them today addresses these same issues, and I'm afraid I'm going to break down in front of these kids.
This is a *** tough career choice.