Also, I realized I am not a teacher anymore.
Back-to-school supplies adorned end-caps and jealousy overwhelmed me. I want to buy and organize them. I want to feel the promise of a new school year and of lesson plans. I want to do so, but know a new person has probably decorated my old classroom. I also know that quitting my job will help my children. I couldn't do both jobs well. I am mourning the loss of some of my identity.