Stick a Fork in Me

I'm done.
Maybe.
It's been a good run, but it's sort of officially over.
All the blood, sweat and tears.
Wait.
That was a band.
Anyways, I've been busy this past month or so.
Taking care of some small things like my summer employment and my regular employment.
Which just changed.
My regular employment I mean:

Today is my last day as photography teacher.
Today is also the last day of school but as you can see I still got a lot o'crap to clean up and move.
So I'll still be busy, what with summer teaching starting next week already!
School also starts back up like, next month!
WTF?
What the hell happened to like, summer?
So anyways yes, I'm done as the photography teacher here.
Probably.
More on that later.
I've been spending the last few weeks thinking about it, wondering what to do.
I mean it's not like I built this program, although I'd like to think I improved it a bit.
I got the kids better cameras, one of which got stolen by the way, better equipment and I think they produced better work.
Or at least they were challenged.
Which to me, is the main thing.
I think kids today want to be challenged, they want to be creative, they just don't know how.
I hope at least they all learned to how to see things.
That's what this was all about, that and learning some real world skills.
Well, I hemmed and hawed, waffled and changed my mind about three times before finally letting go.
This was after all, three years of my life too.
Thing is, I liked photography!
Like I mean.
Still going to do it, not like I'm quitting picture taking.
Photography was/is like a journey I started and am not going to get to finish.
What that means is I'm not bored with it yet.
I was in the middle of planning some different things for next year, more diabolical projects for the kids; I had even ordered a couple of photography books on Amazon!
I can still use them I suppose.
The most difficult part is/was the students.
There are about 30 of them who are enrolled in the advance class for next year; they were sort of expecting me to be the instructor.
Not that I'm a super teacher or anything, but well, a few of them voiced their displeasure in my decision.
Guilty, guilty, guilty.
So I might come back.
To photography I mean.
For one class.
What did I jump ship for?
Where am I going?
What is making me hang up the ole camera?
Ceramics of course.
More on that, later.