I am retiring this year. A committee of my colleagues has gotten together to vet resumes to fill the position and today, the first of five finalists came in to teach a practice lesson and interview with different constituencies. I have purposely kept myself outside of the process. There is something that feels mildly awkward about being involved.
I heard that his lesson went wonderfully and everyone liked him. A lot. Including the students.
There is something so bittersweet about retiring. After all, I love my work. I love interacting with the students and my colleagues. It’s just that I want to have some quality time for myself and with my spouse before the inevitable end. There never was any doubt that my colleagues would find an awesome person to replace me. But I guess the reality of it really hit home today. I will really be retiring. I will be leaving the employ of work that I have been doing for over 35 years.
A student of mine came up to me after school today. “Are you really retiring? I heard you were retiring! What?”
“Yes, it’s true.”
“But, but — you have so much energy! How can you retire?”
“Hmm…,” I answered. “That’s precisely the point.”