It’s that time of the year again. The school year is coming to an end. While most students are counting the days until the last day of class, something else is on my mind. Regret.
I remember that we were both wearing brand new white tennis shoes when we met 17 years ago. On our first day of school, we were the first graders standing together at the end of the line. We’ve been side by side ever since.
I haven’t felt like myself lately. Usually a pretty upbeat person, I have had my share of disappointment, uncertainty and sadness as of late. At the risk of sounding like a bad country song, Mr. Uranga, I’m going to explain why.