I’m sitting here in my office on a quiet day in early June at the end of another school year, just like I have for the previous thirteen years. But there are two differences this year. First, the school has been largely quiet for the past two and a half months. Second, it will be my last.
Usually about now, as I am sitting at my desk working, and the bell for class change will ring, and like one of Pavlov’s dogs, I will get up and go to the lobby to see all of the faces as they pass by. And of course they are not there. But this year, the bells have all been silent for many weeks. I am tempted to turn the bells back on, if only for the day, just for the memories.
And it’s the memories I will gladly take with me, for they have been good ones. Thank you all for those.
As I reflect on the year, and all the years that came before, and with apologies to Lou Gehrig, today I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth. God bless you all, and again, I say thank you.