Something there is about the last day of school that brings out the emotion in everyone. Here's an example:
It's the end of homeroom. A student approaches in tears.
She: Waaaaaaah! This is our last TA EVER!
Me: Wasn't that you who told me you hated TA on Monday?
She, clutching me: Waaaah! This is our last hug ever!
Me: This is our first hug ever...
But I knew how she felt. Endings are always hard.
Me: Hey, listen-- you know where to find me. I'll be right here next year. You can come sit in the chair by my desk any time.
She: Yeah! That will always be my chair right?
Me: Right!
And that's why that chair is there. It belongs to anyone who needs to sit there.
It's the end of homeroom. A student approaches in tears.
She: Waaaaaaah! This is our last TA EVER!
Me: Wasn't that you who told me you hated TA on Monday?
She, clutching me: Waaaah! This is our last hug ever!
Me: This is our first hug ever...
But I knew how she felt. Endings are always hard.
Me: Hey, listen-- you know where to find me. I'll be right here next year. You can come sit in the chair by my desk any time.
She: Yeah! That will always be my chair right?
Me: Right!
And that's why that chair is there. It belongs to anyone who needs to sit there.
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