This was temporary. At the end of the school day, one student ran up to me and hastily gave me a hug before I could stop them. “I’ll miss you, Ms.
Ferreira,” they said. I smiled as I told them “Oh, I’ll see you after spring break.” But once my students were gone, I sat alone at my desk and cried.
I was moving back to the East Coast when school ended, so to lose even a few weeks of classes was to lose precious time. I did not know then that I had just taught my final classes in the classroom I had taught in for the past four years.Months later, when I returned to collect my things, I saw the coffee mug I had left on my desk, the March date on the whiteboard, the completed student projects I never returned.
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