Last Days in the Classroom/School

These past few days have been filled with reflection as I walk through the school hallways for the last time. After years in the classroom, I’ve made the bittersweet decision to leave the traditional school setting and start my own tutoring business.

It feels amazing — empowering, even — to take this leap and follow a dream that has been growing in my heart for some time. I know this is the right choice, and I’m more than happy about it. But that doesn’t make the goodbye any easier.

Each morning, as I turn on the lights and greet my little ones with a cheerful “good morning,” I realize these small, everyday rituals are coming to an end. The noise, the laughter, the chaos, the joy — they’re all memories now. Most of all, I think about the friendships I’ve built with colleagues and the bonds I’ve formed with my students.

As I pack up my classroom, I find myself thinking about all the moments that shaped me — the lessons that went better than expected, the hard days that taught me patience, and the little hearts I had the honor of touching.

I’m proud. Proud of the impact I made. Proud of the parents who reminded me that my work mattered, especially on the days when I doubted myself.

Teaching is not an easy job. It’s demanding, emotional, and often underappreciated. But it has also been deeply rewarding. It has shown me what I’m capable of, revealed strengths I never knew I had, and helped me grow in ways I never imagined.

This chapter is closing, but the story isn’t over. I’m excited for what’s ahead — and forever grateful for everything I’m taking with me.

One pink step at a time,
Madeline