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Ben
Strangely enough, I don't really like this time of year.
I love the weather and the sun. I love having the elbow room. I love it so much, that the other day between classes I decided not to do any work. Instead I walked to the college quad and sat on a bench, enjoying the sun. In fact, I fell asleep there, right in the middle of a bustling midday crunch of students milling around. I guess I just started dreaming of the warmth of Maui (or something), and that did it--I was out. I am not really sure how long I was in my happy-happy land, but I suddenly woke up with one of those "where the heck am I" moments. Regaining my composure, I saw that I had about 10 minutes before I had to get to keyboarding class, so I shook off my stupor, purchased a strong coffee, and was on my way.
Arriving outside of the classroom, I met some of my students sitting out enjoying the weather. They were smiling and joking with each other. Since we still had a few minutes, I just sat down with them for awhile to enjoy their company. I am one of those teachers who never assumes an air of formality--it is just too complicated to be anyone but myself--so my students enjoy chatting with me, eating lunch with me, even inviting me for some bowling. In the middle of our chat, though, it occured to me that very soon they would all graduate. From past experience, I know that I won't see many of them ever again, and I felt a little twinge of sadness over that thought.
That is why I don't like this time of year.
I love the weather and the sun. I love having the elbow room. I love it so much, that the other day between classes I decided not to do any work. Instead I walked to the college quad and sat on a bench, enjoying the sun. In fact, I fell asleep there, right in the middle of a bustling midday crunch of students milling around. I guess I just started dreaming of the warmth of Maui (or something), and that did it--I was out. I am not really sure how long I was in my happy-happy land, but I suddenly woke up with one of those "where the heck am I" moments. Regaining my composure, I saw that I had about 10 minutes before I had to get to keyboarding class, so I shook off my stupor, purchased a strong coffee, and was on my way.
Arriving outside of the classroom, I met some of my students sitting out enjoying the weather. They were smiling and joking with each other. Since we still had a few minutes, I just sat down with them for awhile to enjoy their company. I am one of those teachers who never assumes an air of formality--it is just too complicated to be anyone but myself--so my students enjoy chatting with me, eating lunch with me, even inviting me for some bowling. In the middle of our chat, though, it occured to me that very soon they would all graduate. From past experience, I know that I won't see many of them ever again, and I felt a little twinge of sadness over that thought.
That is why I don't like this time of year.