The End of the Summer



It wasn't a day of the greatest lesson known to humanity, but strangely this child pops up to me and thrusts this gift into my hand, before I can say anything. I do not know what I did to deserve it, but I must have done something right somewhere along the line...I was so touched I had to capture the moment slightly after it happened with a photo. What a lovely student.

Summer school is nearly at an end. I thought it would go on forever, but apparently it ends next week. I have survive summer school 2017, which if I am honest was a lot less intense than summer school 2016 (40 hours of contact week after week and month after month, and a mind in need of TLC), and minus any mystical experiences. It was certainly a much less demanding and quieter, more enjoyable summer this year. 

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