part 3: reflection

And so, for four weeks this journey’s gone on
It’s rushed past at times, yet it’s been so so long

Since I walked through this gate
Since I took up this task
I’ve found answers to questions
I might never have asked

I taught a class for a day
And it wasn’t that big a deal
And now I’m sitting here
Wondering what I feel

I know that I’m not nearly ready to move on
I’ve got fond of this place and now it’ll be gone
But I’m simultaneously thrilled by the thought of the city
Though the truth may be harsh and the setting less pretty

I’ll enter my class and take it by storm
Be their teacher, their mentor, their friend or their mom
I’ll make a true difference, I’ll do my part
And this one month I’ll hold in my heart.