The First of the Last

Yesterday and today were the last days of my classes this semester.

Halle - frikkin - lujah.

Several students hung around after class and told me that they thought Comp I was great, and that maybe it was their favorite class, and they actually learned some stuff about writing. Many of them - an alarming amount, actually - are registered in my Comp II classes in the fall.

And they are precious. These students who I may or may not have referred to (behind their backs, of course) as my needy students and their needy needs for months and months. They warm my heart.

Until I have to grade their finals.