Today I had to say goodbye to my class of 9 teen seniors, as we held our final class today. I spoke a little on the realities of publishing, showing them both my rejection letters and my edited manuscript that is now Pyre. Then we played one final game of Werewolves of Miller’s Hollow, and it was time to celebrate.
Sometimes students offer their mentors gifts from Starbucks, or bookstores, or some other gift certificate. To me, these presents are fleeting and often disappear quickly (especially those from Starbucks!). This group of students presented me with something that I will hold dear for the rest of my life.
After we had our “show” for the parents, where each student read their work, two of my students mentioned that they had something for me. Packaged in a ribboned stack of papers, they handed me their final thoughts saved forever in their writings. This was the kindest thing that anyone could have given me.