The end in sight

I'm so ready for the end of school I can't stand it.  I'm becoming a worse teacher because of it.  I've stopped writing lesson plans (I still prepare for my lessons, just on scratch paper).  I've become a worse disciplinarian because I don't want to stay after school and hold detention.  I do very little work outside of school (which means I have to be super-efficient during school).  But despite all these negatives, I'm also starting to do some reflection on my two years.  I feel like if there's one thing I did well, it was being available for my students.  I know so much about their personal lives because I've taken time to ask questions, drive them home, and speak with their parents.  I'm going to miss being an open ear to so many of them. 
I'm also dreading that conversation when I tell my students I'm leaving.  The majority of them won't care I'm sure.  I'll be just another teacher who didn't have the conviction to stick it out -- another teacher they feel they drove off (and they're partially right).  But several of them will be sad and disappointed I'm sure.  And so will I.  I've been going over the words in my head, and I've been debating whether to tell them the real reasons why I'm leaving or to sugarcoat it.  I feel like they deserve the truth, but I'm not sure they could fully comprehend it. 
Two events coming up that I'm also looking forward to, I guess in part as a way to say goodbye: prom and graduation.  Last year's prom sucked because we were the only suckers who actually showed up at the time the invitation said, thus sitting there by ourselves for 1 1/2 hours before we finally called it quits just as everyone was showing up.  And graduation as the culmination.  There are only a few seniors who I feel very close to.  I'm afraid I'll get emotional, but I do want them to know that I'll carry their memories with me.  I'm a little scared to think about them out in the real world.  But I guess (just like the parent most of them don't have) I'll have to let them go.