The school year is over, and the students who are children are off to a summer of play, the younger ones skipping away and the older ones sauntering out the door. I remember my first year at the academy, when on the last day, my class of grammar school students hugged me goodbye, the whole class, all of them at once. It was like a scene from a movie. “This is my favorite class,” I thought in gratitude, my arms around three of the girls and boys, the others jumping about like joyful puppies.
