“Hope is a risk that must be run.” ~ Georges Bernanos
Ask any professor: the end of the semester is not the time we associate with hope. I look at students and despair: I haven’t taught them enough, they haven’t worked hard enough, nothing is ever enough.
But this week I’ve been blessed by news from a number of former students–out there being magnificent, changing the world for the better–and hope is reborn.
And then I have to remember: once upon a time, I felt the same despair about their classes. It’s all relative. The rational part of me knows that I actually have a number of very hard working students who have come a long way in 15 weeks. I also know that how students perform in English 101 has absolutely nothing to do with their success in the rest of their lives.
So I begin to hope for them.
And it’s a lovely reminder from Those in Charge that we mustn’t give up hope, not even in the darker days. I have sown the seeds, and I can but hope they have fallen on fertile ground. It may take a while for the seeds to grow, but I have hope that they will.