So here I sit in my classroom at 6:54 on a Monday night, listening to the creaks my building makes, and accomplishing many things on my after school To Do list (yes, I had a specific post-work To Do list).
I glanced out the window a while ago to find all my colleagues have packed up for the night. I’m the last one here and I find that sort of freeing. I know that no one is going to come into my classroom to ask me to solve their problems or deal with a behavior. Today was one of those days where no matter where I turned I had to devote myself to something other than what I was trying to do, but not now. Now, I can focus on one thing at a time and do what I need for myself.
The halls are still. The weather outside is still. The whole building is still. The stillness is comforting. I am still.