Now that the “Three Weeks to
the Suit” mission has ended, I have renamed my blog “Happy to be at Home.” That’s
because, I am. I have had several months to ponder the reasons that I left
teaching, a career that I loved. I know I did the right thing in doing so.
One’s priorities and dignity must come first. I left my students abruptly, and
it was certainly one of the hardest things I have ever done. I let them down.
They are too young to understand adult issues, and I understand that. But we
must prioritize. God first, then family, and finally, career. This time family
trumped career. I’m at peace with my decision, and that’s what matters. Thank
you for indulging me for a moment. Now I shall move on.
It seems as though we are
celebrating our 40th high school reunion next week. I have not committed to
going, but probably will attend. One of my best friends is coming from Virginia
and has managed to shame me into making an appearance. I think her words
were something like, “I never used to HAVE to talk you into playing and
laughing.”
The reunion has
possibilities. I was in a class of about one thousand students. I was only
average, and I don’t think I will be remembered. But, as it turns out, I
remember many faces and too much of what happened in those days. I don’t know
why I have this silly gift (or curse), but I do. It will be fun to see who else
is able to remember the class of 1972!
Top picture, my sophomore year. Bottom picture, my fifth grade class. I am first row first student.
Top picture, my sophomore year. Bottom picture, my fifth grade class. I am first row first student.