Today is my last class at Packemin. Although I retired in June, I have been back, teaching a morning class for the community college. This was my way ease out of the high school. And, I have to say, it was the right thing for me to do.
Being back on a daily basis for the past three months showed me what I should have known all along, that I did the right thing by retiring. I still get goose bumps when kids from last year gives me a big grin, a hug or tell they wish I was their geometry teacher this year. But, people like Norm were right, I don't miss it. I think I am going to like not having to leave my warm bed on cold mornings to face the ice and snow and rain. I am not going to miss the feelings of big brother watching my every move and I am certainly not going to miss the icy cold stares from Mr. AP (Thankfully I didn't see him very often. I leave before he is probably out of bed in the morning). I won't even mention all the PD I won't miss.
I was at Packemin for almost 27 years and I walked out in June the way I walked in, alone. I'll do the same today.