For most of my life, I didn't really celebrate a birthday. Like most adoptees I know, birthdays are meaningless events. If you never know anyone who had to do anything with your actual birth---and there is no story to go with it---there's not much point in having a birthday. One is "hatched" more than born. My Sweetie asked me once if I did have a favourite day of the year instead of a birthday. I didn't have to think twice: the last day of school. There is nothing in the world like driving away from work on that final day and feeling like all of summer is stretched out at your feet. This is not to say that I don't enjoy my work or that I can't stand classroom life so much that I can't wait to get away. I wouldn't have made it in the business for 16 years if that had been the case. There's just a sense of accomplishment that comes with this last day. My unbirthday has arrived.
This day also held some significance for me in that it was my first day with the staff I'll be supporting next year. I had a wonderful time with them this morning and felt incredibly welcome. Several people cheered and more than one remarked that they had hoped it would be me who would be assigned to coach them. Teachers wanted me to see their classrooms, samples of student work, and talk about how much time I could spend with them next year. It really doesn't get much better than that. I left the building at lunch time with a big smile on my face. It is the way that one wants to leave a school year.