Dear Future Teacher,
One day, you are going to have your own class, your very own FIRST class. They will be precious angels (hopefully). One hundred and seventy nine days after DAY 1, you will have to say goodbye to them. Hopefully one conversation will sound like this:

A few weeks ago
SG (teacher): T, are you going to miss me this summer?
T (student): I don't know.
SG: T, you aren't going to miss me? I will miss you!

Last week
T: {tap, tap, tap on SG's arm} Remember when you asked me if I'm going to miss you? WELL I AM!
SG: Thank you, T. I am going to miss you too!

I'm going to miss that T, just as you will miss each and every one of your angels, every year!

Summer lovin',