This afternoon, I returned to my old school (from last year, not this year) to visit teacher friends and students.
Those stupid butterflies were flitting around inside; I wasn't sure if this was a good idea.
But I am so glad I went. I got to see a lot of familiar faces, some kind acquaintances and a few decent friends. Unfortunately I missed a couple more. But it was fun to knock on a door and see the expression of, "Whoa!" when they saw me again. They all said it was great to see me and they missed me there. Which was really sweet and lovely to hear, even if it was a slight exaggeration, because really, who knows? That school has had an...interesting journey the last couple years, and each person has a different perspective on it, which was fascinating to hear. A lot of knowing shrugs and "we're getting through"s. Several askings of, "Are you coming back?" Lots of hugs and good-to-see-yous.
And let me tell you, the lit-up faces, hugs and happy shrieks of former, now taller and more mature students are worth an entire week's worth of daily grace.
(Even if one whole class begged me to do my (apparently infamous) Evil Eye, for old time's sake or something. Kids are weird.)