the breaking point

I officially lost it, after the televised address to the students and the bouquet. I was doing okay on the way back to the teacher's room, but then two female teachers met me at the door and one, one who has been particularly sweet to me all year, sort of made "awww" sounds (something in Korean) and patted my back, and then I abruptly turned around and went into the bathroom. I think they knew what I was up to, but I was okay with that. I rested my bouquet on the windowsill and cried in a stall for a little while and now I'm back. The lunch is in the few minutes, I gotta go, I just hope I don't break down more, as I tend to get tearful easily after the seal's been broken.