One of the sweetest girls on our team drew a dry-erase marker portrait of the four of us.

It’s that time of year when I’m of two minds: on the one hand, I’m tired of these kids. I’m ready for new, fresh blood. I know the ins and outs of each kid (sort of); I know what makes them tick; I know how they’re going to react to this or that. And I’m ready for a new batch.

On the other hand, I love most of these kids. Every year, I think, “This is the greatest group of kids I’ve ever worked with. There’s no way next year can be better.” And it usually is. And so I’ll miss them, and a part of me doesn’t want to see them go.

But just a slightly bigger part does…

Time to move on, kiddos.