I watch Brian known by his peers as B hug me and tell me he was glad I was his teacher this year. I watch Libby crying in her boyfriend's arms becuz she won't see him next year. I watch Mr. Anderson the flirting machine on the faculty whisper in Mrs.Stroud ear and notice they disappear into the storage room I guess were out of tissue. I watch my loving students sign my blackboard for the last time with things like i luv u and H.A.N.S. (have a nice summer). I watch the tear hit my Wizards Jersey dress and I wipe them away becuz a teacher isn't suppose to cry in front of her students. Or am I?