Tonight is my school’s prom. I have been chaperoning it every year since I started working there. It is one of my favorite nights of the year. It always makes me laugh watching the young men try hard to act like gentlemen. As you may know, high school boys have a really tough time with that. Watching the awkwardness always brings a smile to me and my colleagues’ faces. It gives us a chance to let our guard down a little also. The teachers will joke around and have a good time with the students. Our prom is approximately 1 month before graduation. I consider it to be the first page of the seniors’ final chapter.
Most of these kids I have gotten to know well over the previous four years. I have seen them grow up. When they were freshmen, they were practically still babies (Even though a few thought they were bigger, tougher, and cooler than they really were). Now, they are ready to go off into the world. It’s funny, but spending almost everyday with them, they start to feel like family. You start to truly care about them, even the ones that got on your nerves. While the last day of school is one of my favorite days of the year, it is also one of my saddest. I know that there are ways to continue to communicate with people through social media. However, I also know that I will never see many of them again. I know I am not the only teacher that feels this way. We talk about it sometimes. I only wish the best for all of them. I hope that I gave them something to remember. Even if it had nothing to do with History. I swear many of them still do not know the difference between Plessy v. Ferguson and Brown v. The Board of Education. But even if they remember me as the funny guy, or the teacher they could talk to, I hope I left them with something. Students always talk at graduation about how much they will miss us. That feeling is mutual.