Some Final Statements

My mother, Freda Rebelsky, taught Psychology at Boston University for over thirty years. (Aha, maybe that explains SamR's warped personality.) Eventually, she found a way that she liked to end her class, typically with a series of statements. I try to do the same, although the statements are clearly filtered through my sensibilities. I realize that it may be strange to say this class was special at the end of every class, but every class is special in its own way.

Most of us will take or teach other classes. However, this one is unique; none will ever be quite like this it for a number of reasons. The people in the class made it what it was. We should acknowledge each other's contributions and commit ourselves to making similar contributions in future classes. In particular, I thank all of you for your contributions.

While I enjoyed having you in my class, I'm also happy to have you move on to other things. Like any parent or mentor, I've enjoyed seeing you grow, but also want you to test your own wings.

My last day in third grade was also the last day for my teacher, who was moving to another job. She had taught me in both second and third grade. Mom stopped by to give the teacher a goodbye present. The teacher cried. Mom said I expect that you've been crying all day as you said goodbye to your students The teacher said No, I forgot to say goodbye; that's why I'm crying. Since then, mom has always made it a point to say goodbye to her classes. I encourage you to say goodbye to your friends and colleagues who you may not see again.