Teaching Saroyan
I’ve been flustered and terribly emotional these
last few days. What’s going on? Is that the “getting older” mood? “I’m
going soft in my old age”. This is a
quote, but I can’t remember where I heard it. It was a TV movie or series, can’t
tell you more. OK. Add "has bad memory" to "gets flustered and emotional".
These last days I have been giving my last
lessons to my last year’s students (doesn't that sound really final?) reading them a couple of chapters from The Human Comedy by William Saroyan, which I
had chosen to say good-bye and wishes good life to them. And what happened? I just couldn’t avoid it: my voice went broken, my eyes filled with tears. Problem is they were all so silent and so
focused on me and some girls had tears in their eyes too. Boys? They must be
tough, you know. But they were not
giggling, nor being distracted. They looked, let’s say, surprised?
This has actually hardly ever happened to me before.
Not that it was a bad experience, it was just … weird. That’s all. Here are the “guilty” words: