People talked yesterday about crying at school on their last days with classes. I thought “good thing I’m here for another week so I don’t have to think about trying not to cry yet.”
But had last morning class with 1st graders. Started getting gifts –little bags of Hershey Kisses, a tiny box with red flowers and the words “Happy Day” full of little bars of To You 37% cacao. And a Barbie box with my name written over Barbie’s face, the word Love, on the side “Sara Love I Love Sara” and a piece of tape holding the down lid (which will not close) that says “Opne,” which is kind of sad because I can see that she scratched out the correct spelling. Inside is a taped up bundle of lollipops (hence the non-closing lid) and two cell phone tassles that have dried fish embedded in plastic, and a note on Toy Story stationery that says simply “Dear, Sara (세라 [my name spelled in hangeul]) Hi Sara, My name is Da-Som Jang. Sara, America den’t go.” Then a scratched out attempt to say ‘come back’ and “I’m sorry. Sara, I Love [with a heart drawn around love] You. Signed with the date “Monday, June 25st 2007 -Da-Som Jang.” “St” notwithstanding, I am very pleased by the use of the date, as we spent all semester practicing it. However, I sort of wish Koreans wouldn’t switch their names around Western style. I want to say “Jang Da-Som, it’s your name. Insist that Western people do it right.”
I didn’t start tearing up, but I realized that next week I will.