Today, I told my six classes that I was retiring at the end of the school year. I didn't know what to expect but generally they went "Awwwww" in a nice sort of way. I don't want any to-do made over this but I also felt like they deserved to know.
What I find myself doing is monitoring how I feel as the time grows nigh. Already, I'm finding myself walking away from situations in the halls of our hallowed institution - reminding myself that, at this point, a scuffle just isn't worth it. I'm paying attention to my joyous/melancholy meter. Thus far, no sadness has crept in...just happy expectation.
I guess in a couple of weeks, I'll be reporting in on how I feel after my last lecture, after my last exam, and when the last class walks out. I may break down and sob like a baby, not out of sadness, but out of respect for the Father, who has gotten me through so many tough times in 36 years. Of course, I may also yell, scream, holler, and laugh uncontrollably as another phase of my life begins.
4 comments:
I really do not see how you taught all those years at such a bad school and district
Only one explanation...God.
Any recognition from the school district?
Not yet. When I retired the first time, I got an engraved glass paperweight from DISD. From Hood, I received what was perhaps the cheapest watch I have ever seen. It was flimsy and didn't work.
There are several of us retiring from Hood, so I don't expect much time to be spent on us individually. Nor do I want it.
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