This is a beautiful story.
Unlike other years, the end of this school year calmly came to a halt. I did not find myself scrambling to finish grading a set of essays nor running copies of my final exams at 10 pm. I had posted my final grades days before they were due as opposed to, my usual, minutes.
On one of the last days of school, the principal held a little ceremony for retiring teachers. The ceremony was understated. It was held in the cafeteria, which still vaguely smelled of fried food and ketchup—a smell caked into the walls of cafeterias across the country. Spring colored plastic tablecloths and little flowers set the event apart from the mundane.
As we finished eating, the principal came up to address the faculty. She thanked everyone for another great year and then began talking about the people leaving. After cycling through a few pretty accomplished people, the…
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