I Blew It.

There are so many great break-up lines, and so many of them could fit here. However, the one I am going to use is simply, "It's not you. It's me." I have been, quite honestly, way too busy this semester with school stuff and the blog was one of the casualties of my busy semester. I am sorry for that, because this is one way I truly love interacting with you and the subject matter. It is what is.

However, I can say one thing for certain-- although I love to interact with you and the subject matter through the blog, I did not need it this semester. You guys have been a model Holocaust Literature class. You are lovely, pleasant people, and I have had such great experiences with you this semester. You are focused, and most importantly, you are interactive. You appear to be interested in what we are doing and, I hope, you are GETTING it. You see the connections between the class and life, and hopefully are better people for it. I have had such an amazing time teaching this class this semester and I am so grateful that each and every one of you chose to take it. I feel like I have learned so much from you, as well. I thank each of you who had been in my classes in the past and still elected to put up with me again :) and I thank those of you who knew nothing of me to take a chance on me. I sincerely hope you feel, as I do, that this class is such a beneficial one to prevent the travesties of the Holocaust from happening again, and to learn the dangers of the silent bystander. Seniors, I wish you the best in your futures. I know that I will hear wonderful and amazing successes from each of you. Juniors, you have one more year... make it count. And don't forget where room 222 is, and come see me sometime! I am excited to see some of you in AP next year as well. I love you all, and I hope everything good comes your way.

Love,
Mrs. Davis