I was twenty-one when I had my first classroom, a resource room with four students that grew to ten by the end of the year. One of those students turned forty last month. Six years of teaching, eleven years of ARD facilitating, three more years of teaching, and now eight at the circulation desk. Twenty-eight years in all, with a six-year break tucked in there. Makes me feel a bit old when I add up all those numbers!
I say I have eight more years in the library ahead of me, but I know that number is written in the sand. Who's to say where life will take us in that time? What opportunities lie just around the bend?
For now, I've left a lot of tasks undone in the library, which will draw me back to work off-the-clock next week. Til then, I've got those hiking pants to try out on a trail tomorrow. I'll let the dust settle a bit on the last twenty-eight years before beginning the next eight.