AFTER 35 YEARS TEACHING, MY NEW PRINCIPAL HANDED ME A CHEAP RETIREMENT GIFT AND SAID, “YOU’RE NOT EXACTLY SPECIAL.” SIX WEEKS LATER, I WALKED INTO THE SCHOOL’S ANNIVERSARY CELEBRATION. THE LIGHTS WENT OUT—THEN HUNDREDS OF MY FORMER STUDENTS STOOD UP.
“You’re Not Exactly Special.” That was my retirement gift after thirty-five years teaching elementary school in Dayton. Thirty-five years of scraped knees, Christmas concerts, parent meetings, spelling tests, science …
AFTER 35 YEARS TEACHING, MY NEW PRINCIPAL HANDED ME A CHEAP RETIREMENT GIFT AND SAID, “YOU’RE NOT EXACTLY SPECIAL.” SIX WEEKS LATER, I WALKED INTO THE SCHOOL’S ANNIVERSARY CELEBRATION. THE LIGHTS WENT OUT—THEN HUNDREDS OF MY FORMER STUDENTS STOOD UP. Read More