And so it was over.
I'm no longer a teacher.
The campus is nearly empty (there's still one class here).
I'll walk into breakfast tomorrow and I won't see the faces I normall see. I may never see their faces on Earth again.
Goodbyes never seem to do their job.
They never make parting okay.
It's never enough.
Things will never be the same.
Even if I see these students again, the relationship dynamic will have changed.
I hate change.