This is the door to the classroom where I have taught for the past nine years.
Beyond this door is the classroom where I learned along with 208 fourth- and fifth-grade students.
We wrote magical stories in this room.
We learned how to divide fractions in this room.
We pursued passion projects in this room.
We went on adventures with Pax, Edward, Ally, Ada, Bud, Melody and Auggie in the books we read together in this room.
We held family meetings in this room.
We learned about explorers, space, Native Americans, the Revolutionary War, the human body systems, the Ice Age, energy and good nutrition in this room.
We learned how to solve problems, how to help each other, and the power of the word 'yet' in this room.
We made cards for sick friends and celebrated birthdays in this room.
Last week Friday, I walked through this door into this room for the final time.
I had made the decision to leave the classroom and teaching to start and grow my new business, Teach Write, last November. I had plenty of time to prepare for this day -- the last time I would walk through this door into the room that held so many good memories of the past nine years.
The last nine years have been simply amazing. I wouldn't have changed a thing.
At the end of the day, I walked back through that door and headed out, never to return.
I'm not sure what the future holds, but nine years ago when I first walked through that door into my new classroom, I didn't know either.
And it all turned out okay.