making sense of it all

I attended the first graduation of students I taught yesterday. It's not, by any stretch of the imagination, unemotional. We had two graduates who cried along with the entire village. Granted back home, it's emotional too but here everyone raised that kid, everyone has looked after or fed that kid. Now, they're moving on. I was moved when mentioned in the speeches and when I recieved a rose; it's the part of teaching they never teach you.