There's a few students here who I'm absolutely in love with.

I would teach them for free, for hours and hours if they would let me, because, well, they are perfect and cute and wonderful and everything I love about this school.

The only thing I love about this school.

The students.

...Though this semester my visits with them have been few and incredibly far in between...

Today talking with Yumi, Eriko and Midori, three sophmores now--who happen to share the exact same names as three of my former friends from last year--was an absolute joy... despite being quite painful as well.

It reminded me I'm going home soon.

It made me wish there was something I could do to see them more or talk with them more or to become better friends with them, somehow. Something I could do to make up for lost time.

But, after it all, they are truly my friends.

They always give me their undivided attention, and though they beg me to speak Japanese to them, I can't. I won't cheat them out of that part of their education.

They are glowing.

It's strange.

I guess.

How I feel.

I'm not really a teacher, but I think right now I'm feeling a bit of the same feelins that real teachers must have when their students finally graduate, or when they, the teacher themselves, finally decides move on.

I hope, somehow, I see them again.