Yesterday was the last day of school, and while I was wildly excited to hear the final bell of the year, I’m always a little sad. No other job, it seems to me, has such distinct beginnings and endings. Three years ago, little 6th graders flooded the building with trepidation, excitement, and wonder. The other day, 8th grade promotion marked the passage of time; we celebrated these young adults ready (or not) for high school, leaving the hallways empty.
And then—these students who we’ve spent hours and hours with, who we’ve watched make good and not-so-good decisions, who we’ve laughed so hard with we’ll tell stories years later—are gone, fading into the sea of people we’ve known in our lives. As a colleague wrote in a post, they take little pieces of us with them, but we do the same, which takes the sting out of finishing another year. Plus, after some much needed rest, those fresh faces with nervous and curious expressions in the fall will look all the better.
How do you mark time in your work?