Last Day of School, A Farewell

Ah-ha! The last day of school was today. Hurray!!! Hurray!!! 

Now to get to all the papers due, collected, corrected and turned in to my respective professors.  That is my challenge now. This is more work in the next week than all semester long, but it has to be done and I have to psych myself out to perform this daunting task.

My first class I will miss terribly for the professor is the same age as my youngest son and loves the same things as I do, gardening, the out of doors, writing, traveling, Italy, and of course Literature—and did I say, reading and writing.    

Hmm, yes, he would have been a good son to have. I always wanted someone like that in my world.  But the ones I have are really good too, just different.  They are so modern, so computer driven, so mechanical minded or carpenter driven—just not my world but certainly fill out my deficits.  I wouldn’t trade them for the world—they are good to me and try hard to help when needed.  

But this isn’t about my wonderful children but about the children from school—they are the ones who I will miss the most.  The boy, next to me, twenty-seven years old and the nicest kid you could find, Jericho, and Joo, aka, Lucia, a young Korean, twenty-five year old girl, who is returning to Korea to visit her parents for the summer and return to the States—I’ll miss her too.  I’ve become quite fond of her and then there are others, the vivacious Laura Pescatore, the wonderful, Andy, Mark and …. The always pleasant Mike Hann and the Dwyer boys, the lovely Megan who looks like Botticelli’s Venus and the lovely Laura who the boys drool over, Mung who says I have given her courage and thinks I’m wonderful because I speak up,  the others who are so numerous but essential to our class the ones who played guitar and sang lovely songs to us and our cantankerous professor who turned eighty today.  I’ll miss them all. I have tears in my eyes—they are going to be sooo missed.  But that is the way of the world.  

I have found that there are times where a class comes together and becomes a community.  It just jells and becomes one organism, one group dependent on each other and no one more important than anyone else.   

There have been a few classes like that in my life and will never be forgotten; this is one of them. I’m happy that I was able to be part of this one— the young men have restored my faith in all men.  The ones coming up in this world will lead and they will change it for the next generation, a kinder gentler nation, no rough and tumble Cowboys stuff, but kind sensitive and loving young men of whose parents will be proud; and the women will be comfortable in their own skin and not have to fight for equality but will bring about the fulfillment of our revolution and all women will be proud of them. 

Yes, I have hope, as this class closes I see them entering the world and will change it for the good.  

And so to hit the books; I leave you,

Sleepy Sally Sandman                            3:27AM May 11, 2011