Today I have lost my finest students to graduation.
Out the window, they’re holding big boquets and failing in attempts not to cry and generally making a big mess out of their parents’ attempts to take pictures, and I’m not going to see that again. Acknowledging the fact that there will be more students (even equally special ones) in the future doesn’t actually help.
They’re still in the parking lot, but they’re already gone. I’m only writing about this in the first place to keep them here a bit longer, to pretend that they’re still happening to me.