I am glad I got to see them go, but I really don’t want to see them go.
A kid came into one of my classes today, and he had been having problems at home, that translated into terrible work ethic at school. He was a pain in the butt to one of my friends, and former teachers. She asked me to send her some of my poems a while back so she could give them to him to foster some creativity in him because he was very, very good at writing poems.
Anyway, he comes into my class and sheepishly tells me that he is graduating, and talks to me for a little bit. I told him I was proud of him, and that it was awesome that he was graduating. On the inside I was going crazy because I was so proud of him. And I was going to miss him, even though he was a pain in my butt too.

I also got told by a number of kids that I am too modest to tell that said I was “Their favorite teacher.” I would, and could only say that I wasn’t even their teacher. They didn’t care, and I got lots of hugs. I signed a few yearbooks. One of my favorite students, the one that gave me a papercraft TARDIS, is graduating, and I might not see her again. I left her a long message in her yearbook. I hope she does well for herself.
I am verklempt. Talk amongst yourselves.



