Friday, March 25, 2011
I hugged him. I wanted to cry.
Daniel has always been a mature young man, but as he looked around at students, who just last year were his classmates, I'm sure even he had to notice how much he has changed in the time he'd been gone. Thinner face and tired eyes. Eager to share with me what he had learned over the last few months, wanting to tell me what his future holds, we talked through most of my prep period. He continued to wander in and out of my morning classes, using my room as his landing spot.
It was his first day home on leave. In two weeks, he'll be gone, guarding "nukes" out west. I am happy he isn't being deployed to Afghanistan or elsewhere, but wonder just how safe he is. No one ever told me in my education classes that I would become so attached to students.