Facing the Impossible

The last day of school is always bittersweet. There is the sadness of goodbyes, the swelling rush of emotion as I realize that next year, I won’t get to look out into the sweet, smiling, familiar faces of these students who have become so dear. But there is also a sense of pride as I think about how far each student has come, mingled with the joy of seeing another year of teaching come to a successful close.

With the rush of last-minute details, awards chapel, and early dismissal, the finality o...