schools over

professorhat: today is my last day of teaching my first semester of college. I have to say it was a wonderful experience. I was told by the department head that I will be back next year. My students expressed to me that they really enjoyed the class and asked what I will be teaching next semester cause they wanted to be with me. One student was so upset that she walked me all the way to bigbears house. I told everyone to feel free to email me. Its funny when you spend fifteen weeks with a group. You really bond, and get to know one another.
I was a totally different person leaving this college than when I entered. I told all my professors that I would be back to teach, to give the students what was given to me. I found my voice at this school, I explored and found out who I was, and what I wanted in life. I was able to stand up to the jackass and get rid of him (it took a few years to completely get him out of my system). My Spanish sisters taught me about going to get the hair blown out, mani/pedi's, lip gloss. That's where I first started losing weight, seeing my beauty, learning the tricks of flirting.
This school took me in a direction I never believed I could go in. I did it, and with a damn good GPA...points short of a honors degree. When I fell, there were so many hands picking/holding me up. Some of my friends I still keep in touch with...we look out for each other, get each other jobs.
So I fulfilled my promise... I came back and shared the knowledge. As I looked out over my class for the last time, I saw the look that I once gave my professors...the look of knowing, of understanding...and they all did damn good on the final, and it wasn't easy!