Lasts and Firsts

You can’t ever have firsts without having lasts. And, you can’t have lasts without firsts. It’s pretty cool how that works out. A year ago at this time I was writing about my last weeks of grad school, my last tests, and the first taste of freedom from being a student. I wish I could say that a year out that I felt a lot different. But, I don’t. There are still a lot of lasts, and a lot of firsts.

This next week is the last week of my first year of teaching. See, a first and a last together. This year has been filled with highs and lows. Some of the highs include watching my students perform on all of their recitals and concerts. Some of the lows include crying over the hardships my students face. This was my first year to be called Ms. W, my first year to get a faculty badge and parking sticker, my first year to grade students. It was my first year to not have tests. And now it is ending.

So too is my time in San Antonio. I’m only here for roughly two more months. I can’t believe I’m facing my last couple of months in this amazing city. I got my first grown up apartment here. My first real jobs. I had my first wreck, multiple first dates, and many last bottles of wine.

As the school year closes, and I’m faced with the remaining firsts and lasts of the summer, I can’t wait for some of them – the first tubing trips, the first summer camps I’ve taught, the last night in my apartment. I’m really excited.

~The Countess~


About texancountess

I find myself in the calming roar of the sea, floating gently on the foam of the breaking waves. Blue. Green. Gray. The colors of the sea mark the boundaries of my soul. The tumbled glass finds its polish under the relentless pounding of the waves upon the shore. Thus am I. Rough transitioning to polish, refinement ever a process, finding my niche in the storms of life.
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