Leaving Take One

My colleagues put this together ... thanks to all with special thanks to Ryan ... many ventured into the basement drama room in the last days reaching out with heartfelt connection ... was so happy for that last week of face-to-face ...

 

... the wonderful admin staff Renae, Sharon & Lana who were always there with joyous smiles, courtesy, diligence and loyalty sent this beautiful e-mail announcement to the system ... the e-mails and texts came ... each one was cherished ... colleagues posted touching tributes ... FB filled my soul with gracious comments ... reread then all ...  amazing ... was so lucky to have absolutely the most incredible students ... emotionally overwhelming ... wanted to respond to each ... tell them they had enriched my life ... the hidden secret is the student teaches the teacher ... THANK YOU!


 It's a wrap ... to all colleagues and especially my beloved students the keys were turned in and giving space to the new ... hope you won't be burdened by me holding you deep in my heart ... blessings ... reading the comments below ... still have the keys to the Drama Department ... a couple more takes there if all goes well ... just the Feehan keys turned in ...


::Note:: ... place this FB pointer knowing that it may disappear in the future but will allow me for awhile to archive and cherish the comments when I need strength ...

 





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