This was the first week back to school with the students and I am utterly exhausted this evening. There was a glimmer today of a real connection between us. There was a glimmer today of something real.
We had finished the work I had planned for class and were just hanging out and talking–about Obama’s speech, about truth, about 9/11, about our own brushes with the famous. It was relaxed and comfortable, insightful and funny, laid back and informational, surprising, personal, and engaging. A glimmer of the possibilities the year holds for us.
Before JG left the classroom she said, “Can we do this everyday?”
“Hmm..,” I said, sincerely wondering, perhaps even marveling at what “this” is.
I wished her a good weekend and began packing up my books, papers, computer, lunch containers. A colleague stopped by to ask me a favor. I put chairs back under tables, picked up stray papers, pencils, pens, and shut the lights.