I’ve been in my current classroom for more than a decade now. And across the hall from me has been one of the most fantastic, supportive, wonderful teachers I know at my school.
She’s retiring this year. After 34 years teaching English at Lynwood High, she’s hanging up her spurs.
I am sad.
School, of course, will roll on. It always rolls on. As teachers, we like to think that we are so important, so critical, so essential to the success of the campus – and in a way, we are.
But in a way we are also not.
I am happy for my friend across the hall. Really happy. A new adventure begins for her in less than 2 weeks. (I scored her chair – nice!). But for me, a bit of the rock-solid foundation that has always been in place for me will no longer be there when the 2010/2011 school year begins.
That unsettles me.
Life is change and those who best adapt, most prosper. I get that. But there are some changes I think I’d rather not make.
Losing the person to whom I feel most close on campus represents an unfillable hole for me next year.
Melancholy is the order of the day. I am thankful, but I am sad.