Last Friday, I drove home wiped. Drained. Empty yet full. It was a day like no other, and I hope to relish in it for a while. First period began with our Friday dance party. Yes, you read that right. The 1600 hall at Hebron High School begins Fridays with Rebecca Black's YouTube classic "Friday"! We sing, we dance, we embarass students as they enter class. We have so much fun! And while those kids may hang their heads as they pass, they also get a tiny chuckle out of their teachers being fools and letting loose. It's good they see us this way. During class, the dreaded moment arrived. A student I taught as a sophomore and had the pleasure of teaching again as a junior withdrew. He'd warned me it was coming. I tried hard to persuade him not go to, even offering to call home and pass on that persuasion, but no. It was happening. Moments before his departure, he handed me a letter I'd assigned a week earlier and asked me to read it while he was still there...