In August 1987, I drove into the parking lot at Naylor Middle School for my first day ever as a professional teacher. Chances are that I’ve had the time of my life with you blasted from my radio, because it was pretty much blasting from everyone’s radio back then, all day long.
My first memory as a real teacher came fast. Taking attendance in first period, I heard a sneezing sound, followed by a class wide chorus of “EWWWWW!” A girl in the second seat of the middle row had hurled pink and green magically delicious Lucky Charms all over the boy sitting in front of her.
A couple of weeks after that, my principal told me that Naylor hadn’t met the district’s enrollment projection, and they had to lose a teacher. As the newest staff member with no seniority, that meant me. So, the district transferred me to Safford K8. With my background in science, math, and engineering, Safford was good fit because they were developing a magnet focus in engineering and technology. I bonded quickly with her staff, students, and community and have stayed on to take attendance in over 30,000 periods since.
Safford is a beautiful school, over 100 years old, and I love her. The main building has bell towers, big windows, a tile roof, and a frieze over the main doors with an owl, saguaros, horny toads, and a woman reading to a child. She even has a ghost who roams her hallways at night.
After open house one evening in one of my early years, I was walking to the car and appreciating the look of my school under the night sky. A voice inside me said that one day would be my last day at Safford and that I should make my time there count. The thought of that day made me very sad, and it can be fairly said that I’ve spent three decades avoiding the last walk to the parking lot.
But now that day has come –
-sooner than planned, in a way I never imagined.
I’m the longest serving staff member at Safford, but back in January, I made a decision that brought me a lot more money but cost me my seniority. So, as enrollment declines, Safford has to lose teachers, and once again, I’m the first to go.
You have to love the symmetry. You have to love the irony. It’s almost poetic: I came to Safford naked of seniority, lived an entire professional life here, and now I leave as I came, naked of seniority.
I’m not at all bitter because now I won’t have to face the agony of deciding for myself when the time was right to leave. In fact, on the ride home the day my principal brought me the news, I felt free more than I felt anything else.
Events quickly conspired to find a new professional home, teaching math at Esperero Canyon Middle School in the Catalina Foothills School District, and opposites abound. I’m leaving a low socio-economic, inner-city school, in downtown Tucson, with few students performing at grade level for a high income neighborhood, on the very edge of town, where more than 90% of students perform at or above their grade.
I hope I’ve made my years at Safford count. My resume, which I’ll spare you, suggests the answer is yes. But deep down I alone know the load of compromisin’ on the road to my horizon and the attendant lost opportunities. So, I’ll qualify that yes, and happily quote Somerset Maugham: “Only a mediocre person is always at his best.”
What I will never qualify is my gratitude to my entire Safford family for their love and for teaching me to master the art of living as described by James Michener:
The master in the art of living makes little distinction between his work and his play, his labor and his leisure, his mind and his body, his information and his recreation, his love and his religion. He hardly knows which is which. He simply pursues his vision of excellence at whatever he does, leaving others to decide whether he is working or playing. To him he’s always doing both.
Now, all that remains is to thank God for putting Safford in my life’s path.
And to say good bye, Old Friend. I’ve had the time of my life with you.