Every year that I’ve been teaching, And at the end of each year, when I start growing wistful (but also a little bit glad to get them out of school because their second semester-ness starts to take over), I write them a letter which I give to them on the last day of classes. The letter usually always says the same thing, hits on similar themes, but I write it from the heart.

Sometimes I remember to post it on my blog, sometimes I don’t. This year (obvs) I remembered!

Even though they got to be a bit punchy at the end of the year, I’m kinda missing my seniors right now.