Around the end of the year I like to look at my class and remind myself that in a couple weeks the course will be over. And after that, those 30 students and I will never again be in the same room together. For all eternity there will never be another moment when a room will have this exact collection of souls. I think about how our lives have intersected – and it amazes me that for 1 hour a day, 180 days, we lived together within these walls. And the fact that it will never be again makes me cherish each remaining moment. Makes me cherish every time that magical bell rings and those 30 young people walk into room A3.
It is a simple thought but it keeps me excited to go to work, and keeps me insulated from feeling overly exhausted or too impatient for it all to be over.