Retired teachers are like old fire horses who want to get into harness whenever they hear a fire bell.
For us, of course, it’s a school bell. We love retirement, but come Labor Day there’s a quiet yearning for the excitement and anticipation that comes with the first day of school.
“Welcome Back!” I would write in big letters on the blackboard.
There was a joy in meeting new students, sizing them up, wondering what adventures we would have together during the next school year. At the same time, I knew they were sizing me up, too, and part of the fun was keeping them guessing as to who their new teacher was. Was he mean? Was he easy? Did he give hard tests?