As word of my retirement has spread among the adults in the school community many of them have reminisced with me about my longevity in the district.  I was recently reminded that I had an undergraduate work-study job at Santa Cruz Gardens a few years before my 1986 student teaching at Soquel School.  Tom Dunks was principal, the school was crowded with portable classrooms scattered around the blacktop, and I was helping Proyecto S.O.L. write bilingual science curriculum.

Someone else tried to tell me that I haven’t changed in my 3 decades in the district. That’s a lovely compliment, but one that is not supported by the evidence.

Here’s a photo of me from sometime in the mid-19980”s when I was a new teacher at New Brighton Middle School. Fresh faced and eager with some delusion about how stylish my spiked bangs were.  I look like a  brunette cockatoo!

Here’s a photo of me from sometime in the mid-19980”s when I was a new teacher at New Brighton Middle School. Fresh faced and eager with some delusion about how stylish my spiked bangs were. I look like a brunette cockatoo!

And here’s this year’s school photo.   My old eyes can no longer read the fine print in the Teacher’s Edition of a text book without glasses and I’ve earned every one of those gray hairs.  But at least I also earned the good sense to quit trying to spike my bangs!

And here’s this year’s school photo. My old eyes can no longer read the fine print in the Teacher’s Edition of a text book without glasses and I’ve earned every one of those gray hairs. But at least I also earned the good sense to quit trying to spike my bangs!