Today was my last day of prison.
Of all the lasts this week, I think this last visit to prison was the hardest/best. My teacher gave me a reflection on teaching for me to frame and put up at my desk in Chicago. The prisoners said thanks. The TAs gave me friendly nods. I narrowly avoided crying in front of thirteen felons.
And just now in the car back, from F, the guy who drives the car, Psalm 37:3-4. And: "For the rest of your life, don't let anything intimidate you." And: "We stop making mistakes when we die."

Moments lasting ten or fewer seconds that have meant a lot to me, first installment:
The mother of a friend, who had previously shown relatively little interest in my choice of major, steps in to explain to someone who has been grilling me about what exactly I plan to do with it, "[Nom de Plume] is a writer. She's written a play. It's been performed several times and she's working on a novel."