It has been a very sad few days. I haven't written a post in a while as I have been so busy with end of the year projects and such. But with a week of school to go, with unfinished sewing projects on table tops, the head of my school closed our school for the remainder of the year. Two students had swine flu-like symptoms.
Just after lunch last Thursday, the head of my school received a phone call from a parent informing him that her children had swine flu like symptons and she was greatly concerned. Within an hour of that call, he informed the teachers that the school was closing and that parents would soon be arriving to take their children home. I was in a state of shock. I looked over to one of the picnic tables on the playground, where all the children were kept until their parents arrived, and saw that it was now covered with slippers, work folders, spare clothes and so much more.
We were than told that graduation ceremonies might be postponed for at least a week. Just as we were digesting this news, parents began arriving. Some of the parents were crying, all looked worried. Others gave hugs and said goodbyes to teachers that they may never see again.
The older children asked why they were going home early more times than I can say. When they were told that school was closing and that this was literally their last day, last few minutes of school, accept for graduation, they protested and then left with their parents while still asking "Why?"
I am not returning to my school next year. I stood there and felt an enormous sense of loss. It may not make sense to say this but I felt, for a few moments, homeless.