Yesterday. I got to line up a group of students, including 4 or 5 of mine and lead them into the stadium. I saw them walk across the stage and clapped for everyone. I was pleased for all of them, pleased for us that a few of them would never bother us again.
There were names that I didn't hear that saddened me. Last week was the week when kids found out that they weren't going to graduate now. Most of them will graduate in August at a ceremony with all of the graduates from the entire district. They'll still walk, but not with their friends.
My students were happy to see me and shook my hand or hugged me. And thanked me. That's why I put up with everything. Not the thanks, but for what's behind it. Sometimes I get the feeling that maybe I've done something positive for these kids.
So, today I'm feeling a little sad because I won't see most of them ever again.
Later this week, I'll teach summer school and be with my repeaters, probably including the Xerox King.* And then in August it will be a whole new crew of seniors if I'm lucky enough to get them.
* A few kids went old-school when "sharing" work on their research papers. Or something like that. (Any similarity to real people or events strictly unintentional)