last day

It's always a moments day - the last day of school.  I forgot how emotional it can be too.

I guess I forgot in part, for the past six years, because the emotional part came a week or two earlier with the last day of students when my old school fired anyone they didn't see fit.  I learned on June 9th of my old school that had fired another teacher of 17 years, one of 21 years, and a few younger ones for who knows/or cares why.  I don't care why - because the place  had lost all credibility with me in their firing process.  No warning, no clear reasons why, not enough time to find a new job - team and family that left you on the street.  I wasn't personally in danger or being fired because I was a foreigner, and they needed me - but, it created terrible morale, understandably, when most believed "you never know" about next year.

I convinced a friend of mine to apply to my school, and she will join in the fall.  She had said she was so sad to go, but then she experienced the same thing I had experienced - watching friends be fired on the last day, and suddenly loyalty becomes moot.

At my new school - the last day is more like my experience.  Have a great summer, and goodbyes to those moving on.  Except there a great many more that are moving on here.  It's an international school that attracts international traveling teachers.  Teachers that eventually leave.  And that's a hard school to work in.  I think I don't always want to be saying goodbye.