To Those That Remain

It’s midyear, mid-winter, mid-life.

The new teacher has resigned; she is hoping a move to social work will cure her dissatisfaction with a broken system. Maybe by working on social ills, she can impact change. She leaves mid year with looks of bewilderment and good wishes.

The rest of us remain.

The extremely dedicated teacher (who 20 years ago began her time with you at your high school as a second career) has cleaned out her room. Her retirement celebrated with a heartfelt gathering. You could not bring yourself to walk down to her room on Friday. You…