Twice last week, people came into my room to talk to me and said something along the lines of, “Wow. You’ve already started packing up.”
Twice I had to explain that, in fact, I hadn’t. I’m just a minimalist when it comes to decorating. Maybe they said that because they know I’m leaving. Maybe it was because the room and bulletin board next to me is a riot of color and inspirational posters. I only had a few charts up, but they were charts I actually used.
Since then, I have taken down charts and begun packing boxes. I am acting, in many ways, as though this were the end of any old school year. I am packing things up slowly, ticking things off the to do list. I know I am changing schools and I am actually very excited about next year. But, I am essentially in denial. I am excited about next year, but not thinking about the end of this one.
I hate goodbyes, but I love this song. How strange, the change from major to minor. Indeed.
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