Those lovely sophomores are at it again, chipping away at the ice around my heart and melting me into a pool of gushing affection for them. Today was student led prayer. Do you know what they requested? I’m not quite certain it is really a prayer, but they tried really hard to make it into one and I gave into their supplication. Their prayer was being thankful for all of the memories made in this class and then they tried to list their favorites.
If they would have been more serious and not the fun-loving, chatty sophomores that they are, I might have been reduced to tears. As it was, there was just enough sincerity mingled with humor to keep a smirk on my face and feel my heart ache while not letting my tears flow. The memories they came up with focused on none of the lessons I taught or really on me in general. Yet the student appointed leader finished the “prayer” off with thanking his classmates for being in his class and being thankful for me. My heart nearly burst.
I followed this sentimentality up with, “That was nice—but you still have to take your quiz today!” I love them and I never want them to leave. A while ago some of the students joked about failing this class so they would have to take it again next year. Now I’m thinking, would it be alright if I found a way to fail all of them?