Today was my last day of class. It was a lovely day full of surprise parties, cakes, impromptu breakfasts, dance parties, and, in some classes, a lack of students.
To be quite honest, the end of the year was a bit anticlimactic. There were times when the end of May seemed so incredibly far away (especially during the holiday season). But now it is upon me, and it is as if the last nine months passed in the blink of an eye. There was such a build up to today – among my students, among the teachers, in my mind. And then it came, and it was over.
This year was one that was full of surprises. One of the biggest surprises was how much I ended up enjoying teaching. I was absolutely terrified on that I-think-I’m-gonna-throw-up first day, but I’ve grown to come to like engaging with my students and cajoling them into learning. My students are something else — goofy, unintentionally funny, caring, and sometimes a little frustrating. And they’ve got a special place in my heart. All I ask is to be remembered as that weird American teacher with the really fly dance moves.
Now that the school year is finally over, the road back to the States is a short and steep one. Two exams, moving out of my apartment, 3 weeks of travel in Europe, a final week in Turkey, and one transcontinental-transatlantic flight. Eek!