Today I leave New Hampshire and fly back to Rochester, a project that will take all day because with air travel and Rochester you can never just go from here to there. Last night there was a barbeque, at which the students gave me presents and we all vowed to stay in touch. This may or may not happen.
Teaching for a week like this is odd. It's very intense, and you bond. Each time, I feel reluctant to turn the students over to the next instructor in line, who in this case are Ellen Kushner and Delia Sherman. No, you can't have them, they're mine! And yet I know from experience that in a few days this ridiculous proprietorship will wear off. In a year, with my poor memory for faces, I may not recognize all of them at cons. The current emotion is genuine, but transitory, like a mother cat whose kittens are taken from her.
Still, I'm very glad to have worked with all of them, however briefly, and will follow their eventual careers with interest.