The galleries have been cleared. Final critiques completed. Sketchbooks and portfolios taken home. Grades have been earned. The bulletin boards are blank and the storage cabinets are filled again with supplies not used up this year. My desk and all the counter-tops are bare after being buried under papers and supplies the last 10 months. The rooms are quiet. The only thing left to clean are the recycled-clay buckets.
The best aspect of my job is that there is always an end, and later, there is always a new beginning.