Yesterday I walked these hallways for the last time. After twenty-five years in teaching and thirteen of them in Westfield High School, it was finally time.
Most people would look at this picture and see a typical school, maybe looking much like the one they attended. But those old yellow tiles and blue lockers are beautiful to me because I imagine that hall filled with chattering voices, the walls covered with fliers and art work, the classroom doors open and welcoming. A place that was my home for more than a decade, where caring and dedicated people do the best work in the world.
I will miss it dearly.