I taught for one full semester. On Friday I will be done teaching, and on Monday I will be all done grading and tying up loose ends.
I have three more days, and the weatherman says it's supposed to snow tomorrow, which would make it two more days if we get a snow day.
Shawn got a job in Illinois. After living in New York for 25 years, it is going to seem really weird to learn a new state, new spelling of the state, new rules and laws. I wonder if you have to get your car inspected every year in Illinois?
We will be leaving our kids behind. Well, not exactly, but Shannon will be on the east coast, the farthest of any of them. Jon is going to college! He only applied to one college, but by the grace of God they took him. It's Lulu's college, so that might simplify driving issues. They'll be 8 hours away instead of 5, but I keep telling myself, "It's less than double. It's less than double." We don't know yet where DJ will go to medical school; he has one acceptance that he likes a lot, and he will hear from a couple other schools in March. Then he will decide.
I can't figure out what kind of house you look for at this stage of life. I was looking at houses with floor-plans similar to the house we have now (2 story colonial types). Then I realized that I would probably be very lonely rattling around in a big house like that without any of my kids. Ugh. But we still want to have plenty of room so they always feel welcome to visit.
I feel a little bit like throwing up.
Teaching was interesting. Parts of it were good, and parts were not. I like kids (most kids, most days), and I like teaching in the classroom. I despise grading.
I also despise school bathrooms, even school bathrooms that are only for the staff. When your body is not quite right, and when that is actually one of the reasons you are retiring, you rejoice at the thought of being at home in the comfort of your own bathroom, no longer struggling with facilities that seem to have been imported from inner-city Moscow.