___The curtain has fallen but, the show goes on___

Soon, it will all be over. 2 years of relationship. 2 years of priceless experiences. I know, 2 years is nothing but, for me, it is. For someone who gives up the moment I hit a wall, it does matter to me. A lot. 

I walked down memory lane today. Sat the place I first sat. Walked the path I first walked. Cleaned the table and returned it as it was the day I sat there. My hands were strong but my knees were weak. I felt joy but, at the same time, I rejected the feeling that I will definitely miss the time I've spent there. 

Drove in the same route today and immediately I felt butterflies in my stomach. No, I don't think I was afraid that I wouldn't get a parking spot. I am sure it's the sentimental side of me taking over. I would miss those "rituals" I have to undergo before hitting the class. 

The "putting coins into the parking machine", 

"fighting for a spot under the shady tree", 

"ordering the same drink for the past 2 years", 

"explaining to the guy who sells breakfast I want spoon and fork in my atrocious Cantonese"

 and 

"having breakfast with you". 

I am happy that I closed down this show well and I can see the curtains falling now. Yet, I know I will miss this show. I'll miss the actors and actresses in this show and of course, the audiences as well. In fact, one of the many reasons I stayed so long in this show was because of the audiences. I am a teacher and a teacher doesn't teach. Teachers do more than that. We act and put up a show while teaching every single day of our lives. No matter how sad, happy or broken we are, we still put on our biggest smile for the students. No matter how messed up our minds are, we still concentrate and bring the lesson across successfully. That's a teacher, that's us. Thus, I've always believed all the teachers should be the ones walking down the red carpet and holding the Oscar statues. 

I am not asking for a standing ovation, I am not asking for a grand exit... I don't need all that. I am asking you to not forget everything that I've put into the numerous shows. Remember, behind every successful shows, numerous hours have been put in before showing it.

Now, I understand why some students teared up the moment they want to leave though they complaint every single waking moment when they were in class. Memories. Experiences. Good and bad ones. Memories and experiences that walked them down the journey of life which did not kill them but, made them stronger. 

And here I am, saying the same thing. Thank you, thank you for everything. Till we meet again, this is Angela signing out!

P/S: Something from my resignation letter that was sincerely from my heart, "...I've had the opportunity to work with some of the finest colleagues and have taught some of the greatest students." 

~Thank you~