Goodbyes

I’ve grown a pretty thick skin over the years of watching students say goodbye to me and to one another. It isn’t coldness, but rather a kind of acceptance.  I like my students while they are here, but I know that it isn’t forever.

This week was a little different, though I am not sure why. A large number of students were done this week.  The picture taking and choruses of goodbyes were clearly in full swing whenever there was a break.  I saw multiple Canadian flag, no doubt purchased in Chinatown, being signed by the different students.  There were hugs, kisses, high fives, low fives, fist bumps and double arm handshakes.  It was quite the sight to see.

I had done some good work with these students and I was rewarded with some great stories, a late night of drinking on Wednesday, and some lovely gifts of chocolate, timbits, and coffee today.

Saying goodbye was bittersweet, but also Today’s Perfect Moment.

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About Anthony

I am: equal parts rebel, romantic and shockingly average Joe. a writer trapped inside of an ESL teacher's body. an introverted attention seeker. a teacher who hopes one day to be called "Captain, my Captain." an intellectual who can do some very dumb things. a person whose Japan experience, despite being so long ago, still exerts a strong influence upon him. a lover of books, music, beer, hockey and Pizza.
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