Hasta la vista, you little fuckers

At the university where I work, after you assign final grades you have to schedule a day (well, a few hours at least) when the students can come look at their exams and argue about their grades. It's hard to argue with a multiple choice exam, but they came anyway. Some wanted to talk me into a better final grade, but mostly they just wanted to look at their multiple choice exams and calculate for themselves that their posted scores were correct. It was cute, if mostly a waste of time. Better than arguing with them, anyway. And now it's done done. Whew. I did it. I may not have done a great job and I still don't speak fluent Spanish, but I must speak better than I did before even if I mostly don't feel that way. And I didn't die. And the students, well, they definitely grew on me. I'm not saying I'm gonna miss them or anything, the little fuckers, but, well, maybe I might miss one or two of them. At least the Christmas-story-bully-look-alike who was always smiling, even when trying to type with his arm in a cast up to his shoulder. I think I'm allowed to miss him.