In the lifecycle of a teacher, spring should allow some breathing room. There’s spring break, and students showing mastery, and the potential for delightful weather. Then again, there is also a literary magazine that must go to press, and seniors no longer hiding their senioritis. But the magazine goes tomorrow, and so do the seniors, off to projects and a life beyond the bounds of our school, our world. Only a moment or two for me to steal–so to the past I go, to San Francisco seven years ago. Something beautiful in its prickliness. Like seniors waiting to be set free.
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