When I began teaching at Syracuse Central Tech (my alma mater), I was right out of grad school and just twenty-five years old. My kids were in grades 10-12. My seniors were tech boys being trained in a variety of world of work skills like Air Conditioning/Heating, Auto Mechanics, Computer Tech, Cosmetology, Nursing, etc. They were 18+ years old. Beginning in the first year, one of my boys returned each June for six years to ask if I would marry him. Each June, I told him that I would not marry him and he quietly left. If offered a million dollars, I could not call his name but I will say that the year he didn’t come to me in June, I missed him … and missed him for the next seven years that I taught. It was as loving and touching experience as sharing two simple sentences can be. I always prayed that he had found a young girl who was as sweet and caring as he.