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Dear friends,

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.