Cleaning up

Well, the time has actually come. I'm sitting in my classroom trying to clean up the mess of the last four years. I've got about six boxes packed. I still need to figure out my files, but I should be done by this evening, I think. It is weird to look at a container of units and think, this is what I've done with the past four years. I can sum it up in these binders. Is it true that the end is really more than the sum of its parts? I sure hope so. I mean, emails from students help you realize that. And so do memory books or cute pictures that kids made you over the years. But, in your heart you need to believe that any impact you've made on a place is not quite tangible. It is kind of like that eulogy that you never get to hear. Being someone who constantly sees the glass as not exactly half empty, but more like, half full but what could be added to this milk to make it better, it is hard to just walk away from something. I feel displaced and it is a little like I'm losing my identity.