The past two weeks have been something else. Who ever thought that my opening lines during the 2nd Year Orientation back in early June would turn out prophetic. Quoting Thomas Wayne, “Why do we fall, Bruce? So we learn to pick ourselves up.”
That was mere coaching talk ten months ago. I did not know my students yet and had no idea of the challenges we would face together. We never thought that the year would end as it would. And now, it may not be the one we had in mind, but it is the ending that we need. This is now our story, and it is ours to tell.
But not yet. There is one more mountain left to climb and by midnight tomorrow, it will be done. I take a leave on Monday, maybe even Tuesday, just to get my grades in order and get my head on straight after everything that has happened in the past weeks.
There are no hyperboles sufficient to express what I feel about this year. Best — or even the gramatically incorrect yet colloquially cute bestest — is inadequate. Alright, so let me do that thing I do with words — how about this:
This is the school year I’ve been waiting for.