early this week, i saw my first, my only batch of graduating students receive their results.
i was happy for them, but very sad at the same time, because i don’t know that i’ll love another bunch of students as much as i loved them.
when i was in melbourne, i remember walking on the cliffs, looking out at the twelve apostles and thinking of how much i wanted to bring a group of geography students there.
only, it wasn’t just any group of geography students but them.
aaron, would be the only one who drifts off, right to the edge of the cliff. kelvin would be reading every signboard carefully, eager for knowledge. the girls would be taking pictures, of the waves, of the kangaroos and the odd seals. i can see where each and everyone of them would be.
i remember how wistful i felt then—perhaps i should have fought harder for that one trip, ms. lin and her pure geography students.
but that’s over, most did well and i am so proud of them.
yet it’s also, the end of an era.
come june, i’ll miss everything about where i was.
every step forward contains so much of what is left behind.
how more goodbyes?