Sunday, February 26, 2012
Sunday morning--the last Sunday before retirement. My head and heart are too full to sort out. I miss teaching. Even though I have been on sick leave and wage continuance for almost 2 months, I feel THE DAY approaching like a kiss or a bite. How long will I know that the students are in my 3-4 class or that it is 11th lunch or poetry club? How long until I know about surgery? How long can I work on what I have saved to do When I Retire before I have to earn money again? Why am I instead looking forward to the next incarnation of teaching--tutoring and editing? THE DAY could be the hug of a bridge between two continents rather than the violence of a kiss/bite. I may stand on the bridge to watch a few days turn around.