The students are taking the final exam.
I look around the room at their bent heads, their facial expressions. Some of their faces say, “piece of cake.” Others say “I really should have studied.”
I think about each of them. That guy in the back was always a ray of sunshine – engaged, interested, and smiling. People are drawn to him, and he’s smart, too. I hope he will use his intelligence and charisma in positive ways. Over there is a young woman whose quiet demeanor hides a passionate heart. She wants to change the world, and I think she will.
Thirty young people, heads bent, scribbling away. Our lives touched for a while, we got to know each other a little. I’ll probably forget most of them within a week, but a few of them touched my heart. I wish all of them the best.
I always feel sentimental when I leave a classroom for the last time. I look around at all the empty desks, then turn out the light and pull the door closed behind me. Soon, there will be a new group of students in this room, and the cycle will begin again. For all of us.