A bittersweet evening: Last day of class
By The Horse
Walnut Creek, California
December 4, 2017 7:58pm CST
I'm always kind of relieved when the last day of class rolls around. No more lecturing for a month or so. No more grading papers. But I'll also miss seeing the faces I'd grown used to seeing, and the papers I'd enjoyed reading. I think some of the students will miss each other as well, as I divide them into groups to discuss delicate subjects. Tonight, I'll talk about love. I give the Final in a week. Can you think of partings that you look forward to, but will also feel slightly sad about?
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• United States
I found boot camp was a lot like that: couldn't wait to get out of boot camp, but then there was the possibility of knowing most of those 80 women I'd just sweated through boot camp with for eight weeks might never cross my path again.
• United Kingdom
One particular occasion comes to mind, in the summer after I finished school I spent the break travelling round the country working on fruit farms. Most were individual farms but one was a big operation where they housed the migrant workers (us) in an ex-prisoner-of-war camp. We slept in concrete huts with corrugated iron roofs, were provided with truly awful food, and dragged from our beds at 5am by gang-masters. It was really a grim experience - except I met a friend there called John and we hit it off so well that we ended up both staying two weeks instead of the intended one. At the end of our time, John, who had a car, took me and another friend on an outing to the sea and I remember driving across the flat landscape of Cambridgeshire through fields of roses in bloom, listening to Talk Talk and the Blue Oyster Cult and trying not to cry because I thought I would never see John again, although of course I wasn't sad to leave the camp! Of course I was not to know that we would still be in touch more than 30 years later, so it wasn't sad at all, but this song brings it all right back
@TheHorse You grew to know these kids and built up relationships with each other and no wonder you will miss them. On the other hand you worked very hard and need this time to yourself to pursue what you want to for yourself. I cannot remember if I felt that way when I was leaving Minneapolis to start my new journey in Israel. I suppose at places I worked I would miss some of the people I worked with.