Yesterday, I finally told my student that he shouldn’t repeat me verbatim when I say goodbye at the end of class.
(For months, he has been telling me, “See you guys tomorrow,” and then running off, leaving me to laugh to myself and hope he doesn’t say that to anyone else.) Glad I finally cleared that one up. (And not glad at the same time. Those kind of funny moments never get old to me..)
As a teacher, certain things become routine as time progresses, but there are many things I don’t think I’ll ever get used to.
Like saying goodbye to students at the end of the semester – or hearing from their friends that they are suddenly dropping the class and I will never see them again. Hearing the f word tossed around like it’s nothing (because it is nothing to them) or seeing students attempt to cheat. Seeing the wonder on a student’s face when they grasp a new concept for the first time. Or seeing their surprised joy when they correctly answer a question they thought was beyond them. I don’t think I’ll ever stop laughing at the funny mistakes they make and the looks on their faces when they realize what they’ve done. At least I hope I don’t.
Sometimes my students utterly exhaust me, and I can’t wait to go home. But other times I find myself thankful that we get to do it all over again tomorrow. Even as I am breathing a sigh of relief at seeing them all lined up at the door, I can smile in all sincerity as I tell them, “See you guys, tomorrow!”