Grace
Minutes
When
I started college, students (okay, female students) still had curfews.
We were expected to be in our dorms by midnight on week nights (a
little later on weekends). Luckily, there was a little flexibility
built into the system. Each semester, we were given 15 extra minutes
that we could use to extend our curfew. They were known as “grace
minutes.”
These grace minutes
couldn’t be given away. They couldn’t be stored up from
semester to semester. When the term ended, they were gone.
Somehow, of all my
college experiences, I remember the grace minutes the best. There
was the time a group of us piled in a taxi and arrived, breathless,
just as our grace minutes were about to expire.
Grace minutes were
precious because they were so rare. And they were treasured because
they brought with them a sense of finality—of something that
couldn’t be regained.
These last few weeks
in the school year are your grace minutes. Just look around. The
high school seniors celebrate their grace minutes every day. From
now until graduation, everything is a “Last”—the
last issue of the school newspaper, the last history paper, the
last prom. Seniors are treasuring the time they have together. And
you are watching with a bittersweet sensation as you watch these
(mostly) mature young people get ready to take on the world.
But there are other
grace minutes. The veteran teacher who has changed so many lives
with her excitement about reading has decided this will be her last
year. And even as you think about hiring a new staff member, you
know no one will ever quite replace her combination of acerbic wit
and dedication to her students. So you stop by her classroom one
more time, just to enjoy these grace minutes of her last few sessions
with students.
In the office, you
say hello to a parent volunteer signing in for her regular work
in a classroom. She has had a child in this school for the last
14 years, and sometimes it seems as though she is here more than
you are. But her last child is heading off to middle school. So
you invite her to stop by your office for a cup of coffee so you
can enjoy the grace minutes of a community member who gives new
meaning to the word teamwork.
The start of the year
brings a special excitement. But year-ends have their own rhythm
and their own rewards. These are your grace minutes. Enjoy them.
Kris Amundson
Kris Amundson is a writer living in Alexandria, Virginia and is
a regular contributor to The Parent Institute publications.
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