One tear did slip...
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Everything is gone. It's like I have vanished, as if I was never a teacher in that school. Closets and drawers have been cleaned out, items taken back to where they would go at the end of the year, books returned to my mentor, keys turned in... the walls are now barren; white.

I never thought I would be this sad. I never thought I would cry over something in which I was so unhappy...or thought I was unhappy. I didn't know how much all of it meant to me...it's a death in a sort of way.

My mentor and I cleaned out the room, and when we said goodbye while putting a million boxes in my car, I thought we were both going to lose it. But, as usual, I was strong, and only one tear rolled down my cheek. I mean, this isn't the end of the world! I'm going out to see my mentor and her kids in a week and half! I'll still see her, I'll still talk to her, and we'll still get to the bottom of this Julius Caesar career-like conspiracy. (I only say this because that's what we were reading in one of my classes when all hell broke loose.) Oh, and I think I can now officially say that my mentor's name is Beth... another almost replica of myself. She's going to help me find another job (my pay and insurance don't run out until August) and move. Leah will help, too, and probably any other faculty member I would ask.

But for tonight, I think I'll just have a good cry and a hot bath to make all better.