It is that season again; the season of change, the season of saying farewell to the familiar; whether third grade or middle school, whether college life or the life of being single. Early summer/late spring is the time where some of us graduate from the life to which we are accustomed and venture unto unknown territories.
As a former teacher, at the end of May, I was so ready to move on as were my students. Even though I loved teaching and adored my students, I easily recognized the signs; glazed eyes, vacant stares, whispers, which I knew had nothing to do with school. When the last day was finally there, I would stand by the door as my seniors left. Sometimes there were hugs and even tears, but most just left without a backward glance. Even though it hurt that my very own students apparently didn’t mind leaving German class and me behind, I did understand and remember way back to my own school days.