i have this feeling that after that final bell rings on june 1, after i've said goodbye to all of my students, after my fellow teachers and i have taken a moment to celebrate the start of summer, after i've returned to my empty classroom... i have this feeling that i just might fall apart.
after everything that has happened in the past year - graduating from UT, moving back to dallas, starting my first year as a high school teacher, meeting Z, dealing with and trying to understand his passing - i think i need one final and complete breakdown. something needs to fall apart so something else can be rebuilt in its place.
i just have to hold it together a little bit longer. hold on just long enough so i can let go of everything. fall apart so i can put it all back together again.