Ode to A107
June 8th will be the last day I step into A107.
The padded walls, the Banksy posters, the coveted bean bags, and the windows with Dr. Seuss quotes will all be gone along with the seniors who were the first generation to take a ride with me on this journey called teaching.
Change is good. Renew or die. Such is life. I can continue with the clichés that won’t lessen the bittersweet feeling that comes along with saying goodbye to a space where I passed enough hours to call it a second home.
I love this room. It’s noisy, it’s somewhat messy, it’s a closet for MUN suits and shirts, it’s a safe space where anyone and everyone can come in and have an honest conversation. And there’s always food, so much so that if there was a stench of popcorn in the bottom A wing it most likely came from my microwave.
And now that this place will be upgraded to a modern and techy business incubator, I wish to leave for the record how much it meant to me; not because of the four walls, but for all those of you who populated it.
Thank you. Thank you for making these four years so meaningful.
