And then there were none.
The six students that made it through the gauntelet have just left.
Some went out smiling and laughing.
Others went out crying and not wanting to go.
Most were asking why both their teachers were crying.
I'll admit it. I cried. My children, some of which I've had for two years, have just left me. And chances are I won't see them again.
I think that means I'm allowed to cry.