When I walk out of my building this morning, I’m stepping out into the unknown. At least I know there’s an orchid corsage in my fridge that I can wear just in case I want to remember that I once was a teacher.
Orchid Week: Friday
Got My Reservations
Exploring the world — one reservation at a time.
You may have mentioned this previously and I haven’t had time to follow all you blog lately but— does this mean you are hanging up your grade book for good? Congratulations. There is life after the classroom.
Retirement is sweet so far!