Notes towards the end.

-I went and saw Morrissey on Friday, which was an amazingly wonderful experience. It had been seven years since I had last seen him, and while that actually made me realize that I am slightly older than I think of myself as, it was also strange to think about it in terms of student teaching. The last time I saw Morrissey I was the age of my freshman. Weird.
-One of the students I had the best relationship with got kicked out of school. Just gone. Apparently this girl was quite the fighter, and crossed the line with that in a big way. I had no idea. She was one of my sweetest students that got along with everyone in the class. She would talk to me sometimes before class and after, just sort of tell me stories and vent to me about things. Nothing really that major. It just doesn't make any sense. It has reminded me that in a lot of ways, we really don't know our students, even if we think we do. We know their role as students, nothing more. I think this is good, don't get me wrong. I was just glad to be reminded. Although I do have to admit, I didn't think that the prospect of never seeing one of my students again would hit me this hard.
-All this stuff is coming to a close, and I simultaneously want it to slow down so that I have time to take it all in, and be over as soon as humanly possible. I know it will fly by whether I like it or not. I feel like just lately I've been hitting a really great stride in the classroom. This realization, and many others, has filled me with this great feeling of excitement and anticipation for becoming a "real teacher". I know it sounds cheesy, but I can not wait for the challenge and terror and awesome learning that is going to slam me in the face next year.

This really is a pretty meandering post, but it's what's on my mind at the moment.