When Ricky left in May, he told me that during the last few days he was here he was trying to avoid students. Too much crying, he said. I remember thinking at the time that my turn was coming soon. It has arrived.
Today, I received an email from the class monitor of my second year International Trade class. I’ve been their teacher for two years. Near the end of the email, she said, “We, the students of 05 international trade, are your friends forever. Could you remember us, Sir?” When I read the last line I lost it and started crying like a baby. Yes, I’ll remember. I’ll remember to the end of my days.
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