I offer students in class time to work on and write their final essays hoping that questions that would arise without me being there will work their way to the front of the classroom while I am available. I am a resource for this work and hope they will take advantage of it.
During this time, I catch up on grading and brace for the final grading of research essays, revisions, and journals. They have worked so hard and now it shows. Inevitably, my mind begins to wander a bit diving into what I will do next semester, how I might revise each assignment, which assignments I will get rid of altogether and what new ideas I will implement. Each semester is exciting because each semester, each class, is different.
I am forever looking forward, but at the same time, feeling sad that this group of students is moving on and away. It seems by this time of the semester we are just getting to know each other. I have discovered how smart and funny they are, how much they have overcome to be in college, how difficult it is for many of them to maintain coursework, jobs, and families. I watch them push on despite the odds and they are my heroes. I should tell them this.