Empty Nest Syndrome

You guys!

It all just hit me. I'm getting everything ready to teach our last day of class tomorrow and I realized that my little birdies are leaving the nest.

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This is an apt metaphor because it works for both classes, despite their vast differences. 

My first class, the true little birdies, are flying away to Comp II. I'm going to miss them so much! I've been tough on them but they've been so, so great!

My other class? Well, I refer to them as the sh*tbird class, so, see? Won't be quite so sad to see them go.

It's been quite a year - a year! a year! - of teaching. And we all made it. And some of us are even better writers.

(Remind me of this nostalgia next week when I'm whining about finalizing grades.)

(Pass the kleenexes. I'm moping around the house and G & LooLooBell are totes unsympathetico.)