Into the great perhaps

"Every new beggining comes from some other begginings end."

As I wrap up another year, put a notch in the desk and gear up for nearly 90 days without students, I wonder- what will be this summer?

Every year I've lost a student - to car accidents, suicide, or disease. Not this year. Inside I rejoice, but who will hear. Who will care and who will go on doing as they always do?

Thought for the day:
If it was your last day on Earth, what would you tell the people you love...and why are you waiting?