I had my very last class yesterday. I felt that there ought to have been streamers, flags, balloons. But in fact it was whimpery rather than bangy because in that class, most of them are actually finished, so that it was only the tail-end-Charlies who hadn't quite got their act together who needed to come. They came. They went. And, alone in the classroom, I looked out of the window at various students coming and going outside, young and with their lives before them, and thought... well, this is it. The End.
Actually, it's not quite the end because there are another eleven days of term after this one, and various even-tailer-end-Charlies will come wandering into the office with assessments clutched in their hopeful hands. And I have a LOT of clearing out to do: twenty years' worth of lesson material (and some extremely old bits and pieces dating from before I even started work at that college) that I've hung on to just in case I ever needed it again. Though most of my stuff is now on line, really. And I don't suppose I ever will need it again, though I'll probably keep a couple of pen drives with some of my material because ... well, just because. I suppose I might do some tutoring at some point.
Five years ago we were thinking about Daughter 1's impending wedding and now we're thinking about Daughter 2's. I was much happier five years ago. Five years from now, Grandson will be approaching his fifth birthday and.. who knows what else?