A bittersweet evening: Last day of class

If I cave and decide its best we move from this little outpost, I will be more than sad. I kind of look forward to the move and yet in a huge way I don't.

I am thinking about moving and leaving this place, give up those dreams, get new ones and a new start.

I f I did not know any better, I would say you love your job. Is that the love you talking about because that other kind of love is just mush and makes me go petuee, girls are gross. I make bad jokes.

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.

There is always sadness when something arrives to an end. I am pleased to read books, I want to read the ending and when the book is finished I feel sadness because I will knew nothing more about the characters.

Are you likely to have any of these students again next year?

When we left the other church many times I wish we could have said goodbye. Or like others have said when I travel and my husband is not with me

Sounds bittersweet indeed.

I can understand this. It would be hard to part with students you like. On theother hand easy enough to part with the troublemakers hah

I was always glad for a break when I went to school.

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

The end of a vacation comes to mind. It's hard to get back into the swing of things after a week off. I'm glad I don't have that problem any longer. Retirement is great.

I don't really get attached to much, so no.

We need time out to recharge. "Love" is an interesting but frustrating topic. There doesn't seem to be a consensus of what it is. Good luck in trying to explain it in your talk. What subject do you teach if I may ask?

Sounds like a class that kids that age would get much out of.

Reach back and give that horse a kiss for me will ya @TheHorse ? It's so easy to get attached to those kids.

@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.