12.7

I have one more week with these students, man. They're all thinking about next semester without me. In a way, it's very gratifying, their horror. I just wish I had better served the actual teacher. I hope they like her as much or more than they like me.
I've had four losses, or rather, four seasons of loss.

And now I won't even have Fujifilm 100C to picture it. I used to take pictures of my sixth graders with it. I loved that film. It has now joined dodos and dinosaurs, and I can't quite fathom my life without it. Declining sales, they said. Profit margins, they cited. Well, I would pay twice what they were charging, and I still bought twenty packs of ten. So I don't know who's dropping the ball, because I certainly did my part.

Goodbye, past. I'll miss you forever.