Sunday, May 1, 2011

i don't wanna grow up

It's really hit me the last week or so that seniors are graduating. And I'm getting old.  I don't know if I'm more upset about the seniors leaving me or the growing old part.  Both aren't very desirable.  I know. Everybody has to grow up, move on, make a place for themselves in the world.  But I think this is why Peter Pan has always been my favorite Disney movie.  I'd prefer to not grow up.  I'm pretty sure I don't like change either, which comes with growing up.

Don't get me wrong. I can't wait until I have a classroom of my own, students to teach, and cute teacher clothes to wear.  But right now. On this day.  I don't want anyone to leave.  We had our last chapter of the year tonight.  Many seniors stood up to talk & proceeded to cry.  Which caused a significant portion of the chapter to cry.  I'm typically not emotional, but when other people do, I lose it.  Needless to say, tonight was a little rough.  I'm going to miss them all. Way too much.  But, the positive, is this makes room for the wonderful class of 2015 to enjoy all of the opportunities that Tech has to offer.  And that just makes it okay.  Along with the fact that I have two more years to make memories with some of the amazing people in my life. After I study for exams....

"I've heard that it's possible to grow up - I've just never met anyone who's actually done it.  Without parents to defy, we break the rules we make for ourselves.  We throw tantrums when things don't go our way, we whisper secrets with our best friends in the dark, we look for comfort where we can find it, and we hope - against all logic, against all experience.  Like children, we never give up hope."

1 comment:

  1. :)

    I know exactly how you feel. I graduated just a week back. I look back at all those years that I spent in the same place with the same place. It's gonna be hard to move on...

    But I prefer to look at it as a new beginning rather than an end. There's so much more to see, learn and experience! :)

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