T
is for Time to Say Goodbye. ...to Stevenson High School observations. so for the past 2 & a half months i've been making trips to stevenson high school [SHS] on tuesday and thursday afternoons. sadly (that's sarcastic), i've completed all my hours and the time of SHS glee has come to an end. accordingly, i felt it was appropriate for me to pay homage to my students and experiences in the form of a good ol' fashioned xanga post. i'd put up pictures, but i suspect that's somehow be illegal and i'd go to jail. and besides, i wasn't actually creepy enough to take any. but whatevah. ahh, amanda whats-your-name. the junior who gave my group the tour on the very first day. you were like my first friend. though you never knew my name and you didn't bother to stop the group when i had to stop and tie my shoe (forcing me to run down the hall to catch up), i know that we had a real connection. you are only 17 (or maybe 16), but in spite of this fact i can tell that there were some real sparks. you will be missed. and oh, b-rad. my favorite student from 8th hour. you, as the stereotypical chubby kid that every "mighty ducks"/"big green"/"sandlot"/etc. movie has to have, will be missed. never stop being over-the-top. stom, rice, and factorovich, the way you three would always smell like cigarrettes made me feel that i was in a warm, homey place. always put off studying for your tests, and never let the italian kids bring you down. "girl-in-the-back-of-8th-hour-with-the-converse-all-stars," thank you for being in class like three times. i know that it was difficult for you to make an appearance--you surely must be in high demand with your amazing shoes, but thank you for smiling at me when i told you to sit down and get your work done. deep inside, even though i couldn't show it, i was smiling back. never stop smiling. even if only on the inside. amen. i could go on, but stevenson has like 5,000 students and 400 teachers, so i'll just summarize: thanks to you all. i can't tell you how lucky i feel to have been one of you, if only for a short time. thank you for clogging me in your crowded hallways and for always asking me the same questions when i walk in the room: "are you a sub? are you student teaching? where's trinity?" it's like the dinner bell ringing; telling me that i am home and it's time for family. thank you. | 
