I blinked and, just like that, student teaching was over. The journey was full of valleys and peaks, but I wouldn't have changed a single thing. As I've dropped classes slowly at the end of the journey, I was left with plenty of time during the school day for observation and reflection.
As excited as I am to launch into the next chapter in my life, I'm sad to leave all of the students that I've formed bonds with over the past three months, and especially the family that took me in and treated me like one of their own. I won't get super sappy in this blog (if you know me, you know that's just not my nature), but I am incredibly grateful for everyone that I met and all that they did for me, no matter how big or small of a role it may have seemed to play in my life at the time. I also, of course, have to give a big shout out to the #psuaged2021 cohort! Without having them as a support system, I don't know what I would have done.
It's weird to experience all of these endings at once...the end of student teaching, the end of my time in Columbia County, and the end of my time as a Penn State student. As I reflect on all of these endings, I have to look forward to the future. A quote that sticks in my mind right now is, "The end is never the end. It's always the the beginning of something." I know my next great adventure (or agventure, if you will) is just around the corner.
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