One day

The day has finally arrived.  The one that marks the end of my time with my students and with my mission to Teach For America.  It’s like the day that I always anticipated, but never thought or perhaps even hoped would never arrive.  And yet, here I am.

It’s bittersweet.  And though I’ve shed few tears during my time teaching my kids.  I find myself shedding a couple today.  As I hugged Monna before she left to get on a plane to Georgia.   As I tossed a football in the hallway to Darian.  (probably very against the rules)  And finally as I put stamps on the letters that my kids wrote to themselves.  The letters I will mail back to them when they don’t expect it.  Maybe it will be a year, two years, I’m not sure…but I really hope that I always remember everything that went on in my classroom.  The little details that no one could truly see or understand without having done it too.

And yet, life strangely moves on so quickly.  Tomorrow we’ll all have new worries and pretty soon it will be as if it never happened if we let it happen that way.  I have to promise myself not to forget.