06/16/2021
I’ve been surprisingly unemotional since making the decision to move on from teaching art. Today on the last day of a historic school year, I woke up like it was any other day, hurriedly drove to work, taught my classes, waved goodbye as students left the art room.
It wasn’t until the final group of students strolled through the door and into the hallway, that I turned around to face my empty art room and positively lost it. This space has been “mine” for 6 years, longer than I’ve ever lived in one spot since leaving my childhood home at 18. I’ve watched as the classrooms around mine have constantly been repurposed. Teachers moving furniture and belongings up and down the hallways every June to August to reestablish their new teaching grounds. But this room, always mine. When I moved into it, I was 23, newly single and had just moved back into my parents home. The art room was an escape, a place I could make my own. a space to express myself and encourage the many young learners who shared this space with me to express themselves as well.
The kids loved their art room, it grew and expanded, changed every year into something bigger and better. Now, I look at a room that I wouldn’t have recognized when I walked in as a first year teacher. Every single piece of furniture in it now acquired in the last 6 years that I’ve been it’s caretaker.
The quiet art room feels like a relic now. Filled with memories of young voices and colorful projects. Of laughs, tears, arguments, triumphs, art camps, art shows, and a whole lotta growth. For all of us.
The end of a chapter is always bittersweet. It’s time for the next thing—this I know for certain. Deep in my bones I also know this chapter was a good one. One that helped make me who I am.
Thank you to my colleagues who shared experience and strategies with me. Thank you to the parents who made this role so darn fun and rewarding. Special shout out to the mom that gave me tissues at parent pick up today while I cried a river. And most of all, thank you to the hundreds, likely 1000 students and athletes that shared their lives and stories with me over the last 6 years. Y’all were worth every minute.