The end of the school year is always a bittersweet time for teachers. It’s satisfying to bring to an end a year of hard work. That engenders a feeling of accomplishment, of completion. But it’s always sad, because very soon, our classes will meet for the final time. Each class with its unique personality, made of the unique personalities of each of you, will die, never to be reborn. In this there is no eternal life.
That understanding always leaves me with a sense of loss. Soon, I’ll rise in the morning and realize I can no longer look forward to seeing each of you every day. It’s like losing an old, trusted, beloved friend, more than a hundred times over.
Does this surprise you? You didn’t know I felt that way about you? I do, and so do most of your teachers.