I'm "retiring" as a teacher after this year to stay at home with my 7 month old son. Today, I attended graduation for my first group of graduating seniors. I've spent only 4 years as a high school teacher, and leaving is bittersweet. I love my school, and I love my coworkers. I love my students, and I love teaching. I'm sad to be leaving them. One of the hardest things about leaving is that I feel like I'm leaving my job unfinished. I had plans! Last year, I covered one side of my room with a timeline of American Literarure. I wanted to cover the opposite wall with a timeline of British literature. I wanted to refigure our vocabulary program and teach Greek and Latin roots instead of "Vocabulary for the SAT." I wanted to pilot "Bonus Binders" filled with activities for my students who inevitably finish 10 minutes before the rest of the class to do. I had some ideas of attempting to do an "Open World" test for students to complete, allowing them to use not just their books, but their phones and laptops and whatever else they could find to complete a test (These types of things I hate to send home because way too many parents do homework at my school). And an ongoing poetry unit that we use to fill the bulletin board at the back of the classroom. I love teaching. Before I had kids, I always knew that I wanted to stay home with them when they were little. Even so, I never knew how hard of a decision this would be. Who knows what the future will hold, but for now, I'm done. And I'm a little bit sad.