As the semester ends at Penn State, I face these students one last time. We’ll never be together like this–in this way–again. These freshman will move on, and I’ll remain to greet the next class in January.
I never know what to say on the last day. It never comes out right.
Sometimes I just say good-bye and shoo them all away like they’re magnificent interruptions to my important schedule. They walk past my desk, and I pretend not to miss them already.
I remember a seminary professor who told me this: “A good course is never finished; it just begins when it ends.”
We aren’t ending. We’re beginning. That helps me walk away. I might not ever see them again, but I hope that something began in them this semester.
Great teachers begin something beautiful. Lord, let me be that teacher.
What was your best teacher–or best course– like?