Yesterday was the last day of school for New York City public school students. It was the final day at C.S. 50 for the last class of kids that I taught there - they've graduated and will move on to new schools in the fall. I'm thinking of them, wishing for the best for each of those little ones I used to read to on the classroom carpet (some are not so little any more... my oldest class of kids is college-age now). Three of my friends who taught there retired this year, too - congratulations, Marilyn, Penny, and John. The school will be a different place when I get back there for a visit one day.
I think of my old students all the time. I keep in touch with several of them who are sweet enough to write me every now and then. It was an insanely tough job - insanely - but today I'm really missing teaching in the South Bronx.