Years ago, I was traveling through Europe, with little more than my passport and a bright orange duffel bag. I was a student traveling on a limited budget, and I mainly booked overnight trains from country to country, so I could just sleep on the way and save money.
Last Tuesday morning, I took a deep breath before walking through the main door of the school. I was there to say goodbye to the kids I had taught Spanish to, albeit a bit prematurely.
See, I had just been fired from the Spanish Specialist position the week prior. Which was totally fine because deep down inside, I really didn’t want to be doing this any longer. Being let go was the best thing that could have happened. I literally feel 20lbs lighter. But still, I wanted to say goodbye to the kids. Get some closure.