This was the day for which I had longed. I was now a teacher. There was a mixture of excitement and apprehension as I saw their young faces. They too wondered what was ahead.
The hairs on my arms stood up, “Good morning, class.”
Many years and many young faces have now passed. I reflect on my career on this my last day. I wondered if I’d made a difference in their young lives.
I opened a card from a former student many years grown, “You were the best teacher a very depressed and confused 11 year old could have hoped for.”
A difference had been made.