Doug Creamer

Last Tuesday was my last day of my last year as a full-time school teacher. That’s right, I am officially retired. It is hard to believe, but it’s true. People keep asking me how it feels, and I have to admit, no different than any other school year ending. I think I will really begin to feel it when I don’t have to go back in the fall.

            I will admit it was difficult getting out of school this year. I threw away so much stuff. I just kept filling trash cans for days. I found curriculum guides that were over 15 years old. At the end, it became a blur of just getting rid of stuff. I wanted to get out of there on time.

            I was determined not to bring tons of stuff home. I brought home plenty, and hope to look through it and get rid of more stuff. Thankfully, I could put much of what I want to keep on a flash drive. The boxes are stacked out of the way, and when we get those hot summer days when I don’t want to be outside, I will go through them.

            The faculty at East gave me and another teacher a royal send off. We were roasted, which was great fun, and honored for all we have done. It was a bittersweet time with the faculty. Then they gave us both some very nice gifts. There was cake and lots of hugs and handshakes.

            We were given an opportunity to say a few words; you know I wasn’t going to pass that up. I started with the young teachers. I challenged them to find people in their field who were passionate about teaching, people who love their jobs. I encouraged them to draw from them and “steal” their good ideas. Good teachers borrow from those who are better. I reminded them to always keep learning. And then after they had rested, because all teachers are tired in June, to find something to help rekindle the fire to teach next year.

            Then I told the whole faculty it was important to laugh at work. We need to have fun while we are teaching. I shared with them a list of things I would not miss about teaching. Then I shared a list of things I would miss. I think the thing I will miss most is having the opportunity to walk down the hall and have a conversation with one of my colleagues. There are some great people at East Davidson, and