there i was, sitting crosslegged on the ground in the isle, one of two spines binding all the graduates this year together. i've been in this class for 6 years, from grade 5 through grade 10. it's hard to see them go, knowing i'll still be here. but i tell them i'll take good care of the school. they tell me they'll miss it, and i tell them they can live vicariously through me if they let me do the same. somehow this compromise is good, and i'm glad i have another year here.
but i'll miss them. there will be an absence felt, a gap in a lot of the goodness.
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