End of an Era...
This is it. Today will be the last time Libby and I will be sharing a classroom. And, believe it or not, we are both sad about it. Not that we don't look forward to having a room to ourselves (and 25 students at a time), we do. But we will miss out mornings together. I love my roommate. We share one of the smaller rooms in our high school, but we make it work. She calls me mom, tells me I am old but fun, and shares my liberal idealism. She makes me feel good about myself . She is also the same age as my oldest son. I am proud to say that this pseudo-daughter is also my friend. I first met Libby when I began co-coaching speech with her. We got along great and found that we shared many of the same ideas about teaching and kids. The next year I moved to the high school and Libby went half time because she was pregnant with her first child. Since I was still teaching a couple of junior high classes in the morning and Libby was only teaching in the morning, it made sense for us