Today, after six years, I taught my final classes at Nonesuch.
I gave away lots of books, sifted through the endless contents of my file cabinet, and wrote my final comments on students' papers. Here are some of the things I hope I always remember:
-Marisa rolling up the battered, torn, and loved Jack Kerouac poster that's hung on my classroom door for years, excited to put it on her bedroom wall.
-Brogan trying not to cry.
-Maddy writing at the end of her final essay: "Some kids say you're too strict, which (no offense) I agree with sometimes, but I also think you're pretty awesome."
-Lynne wearing the same exact purple shirt that she was wearing the day she interviewed me for the job :)
-Weston writing about how to survive my English class: "Be humble, don't talk over Jess, and don't talk racial." (he meant racist)
-M and I standing at the bottom of the hill, looking at the sun shine on the basketball court, after the last staff meeting we'll likely ever have together.