After all, it is the break between winter and spring quarters. It was very nice outside, a tad on the warm side, enough to break into a slight sweat. The entire route was lined by a sun-bathed nature bragging with a dazzling display of fluttering yellow butterflies, azaleas blooming in a variety of colors, flowering white and pink dog woods, beds of daffodils, and an amaryllis and bearded iris or two poking through here and there. I walked this morning with a sense of hesitant and reflective relief. The Quarter is over.
Grades are in.
The Judgement Days are over. My mortality has returned. During the last week of class, many of my students had been making their final exam presentations, displaying that awe, wonder, curiosity, risk-taking, knowledge and personal growth that education should be all about. Lamonica, Stacia and Travis involved the class in a profoundly realistic role playing skit that taught what it was like being the brunt of prejudice and hatred as a minority throughout American history. How to grade that.