I'm about to walk out of my classroom for the summer.

Weird. I remember when I first got to come and see this room and how it smelled weird from being shut up all summer and how bare it looked. I didn't have any memories in this room then.

Now I have hundreds.

It's really crazy to think that this past year really, actually, truly happened. And now it's done.

. . .


it's actually done.

hm.