They paid me to teach kids art and and how to listen to the sea. How cool is that?
My 25-year teacher career ended yesterday. You'd think that I'd wave goodbye and drive into the sunset but no, I was imprisoned.
After teaching a few classes and getting a hundred hugs, I began packing my things to leave. It took so long I was the last teacher at my West Kendall school.
When I tried to leave I could not, the night janitor (who knew I was there) had locked me in. He never liked me much. After an hour of frustrating phone calls the big gate was finally opened. Freedom!
As I rolled my stuff to the car two young men came gliding by on skateboards. They stopped and asked, "Aren't you Mr. Terry?" When I smiled they hugged me and made me happy again.
The boys said they'd loved my art classes. As we chatted one added that he could not believe I was sharing my last teaching moment with him. Lucky kid (lucky me).
A final touch of sunlight streamed though distant trees. It seemed like a pretty good way to go.