My time at W.C. March ended with a whimper, not a bang. For the third consecutive day there were more staff at school than students, and there were very few staff present.
Again, the social studies teacher and I took what kids we had over to the gym to play hoops for several hours. And then it was done. I turned in my keys and bolted from that place as quick as I could, never to look back.
And it happened on a beautiful Bloomsday.
My new school.