So when do you know it is time to quit? I still equivocate about whether this academic year should be my last or not. Right now I’m leaning toward all done. We shall see what those who keep the records say. Sometimes what you think to be true, just is wishful thinking.
At one point this fall, I discovered that a year of teaching I did in 1974 could be counted as a service year toward pension and retirement. While the school district in which I worked claims they don’t have records reaching back to my service time (3 schools, 3 towns, 12 grades and $6,600), the State of New Hampshire did. Hopefully that will be enough to prove I did what I’ve claimed to do. And will allow me to purchase back that year of service for more than I was paid during that one contract year.
I’m not quite at that point when you know you’re done. Often I have had to stop myself from thinking too far into the future. It’s an odd feeling. When I put aside a unit of study, I’ve usually noted what I would change for the next year. This year, I make the notes, but with an asterisk… will there be another year to “fix” things?
Maybe this post is a little dark and twisty. There’s a dissonance to this school year because of many things. And jumping into a future of unknowns is among them.