I don't know exactly how many seniors I have
taught, but this is the first time in over 30 years that I have not been able
to say good-bye to any seniors I have had in class, to shake their hands, to
give them a hug, to slap them a high-five.
I have no regrets about retiring, but know that
if it weren't for Scott Walker's "reforms" that aren't really
working, I'd still be teaching at Burlington High School. Still, I am at peace with the decision
to step away from the lectern and let others continue to push back the
frontiers of ignorance.
I've come to the realization that this year's
senior class at BHS is really the last one of students I had in class. A few stragglers may remain next year,
but those seniors of 2013 had little contact with me in a classroom. Largely it is this year's class that is
my last.
Usually on the last day of classes I would
offer some words of good-bye to the graduates of 2012. This year I can only do it
here.
So here are some thoughts to consider as you
walk across that stage.
My old man always told me that the secret of
happiness is simple. Find
something that you enjoy doing and then get somebody to pay you to do
that. For my entire career I truly
enjoyed teaching. I hope that whatever
fields or endeavors you choose to pursue bring you joy.
I have said this to others. It's not the ten suggestions. They are rules, and whether you believe
in God, Yahweh, Allah, or Buddha, it doesn't matter. You can run around the woods naked like a Druid and drink
strange fermented fluids. These
are the rules. Don't lie, steal,
cheat, kill, etc. In short don't
do anything that will harm others or yourself. I don't care if you believe that some divine being
handed a guy named Moses some tablets with these rules carved in them. I do want you to know that the rules
are indeed carved in stone. In
short, if you follow those rules, you will be a good person and in the end that
is all that really matters.
Speaking of the end, a wise person once told me
about belief. He said, "Come
the end of the world, we're going to look either very smart or really
stupid."
It is nice of you to thank me or other teachers
you have had, but the people you really need to thank are in the audience
behind you. Those are your parents,
married, single, or otherwise.
Without them you just might not be at these stage in your life. For the most part, they did what they
thought was best for you. The
rules they set for you were set with their love for you. And, if you want to know a big secret
about parenting, if and when you are lucky enough to have children of your own,
you will set pretty much the same rules and suddenly come to the realization
that your parents were pretty damn smart after all.
As I left last year, memories ran through my mind,
as I am sure they will run through yours.
I kept coming back to this song by Phil Ochs:
There's no place in this world where I'll
belong when I'm gone
And I won't know the right from the wrong when
I'm gone
And you won't find me singin' on this song when
I'm gone
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here
And I won't feel the flowing of the time when
I'm gone
All the pleasures of love will not be mine when
I'm gone
My pen won't pour out a lyric line when I'm
gone
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here
And I won't breathe the bracing air when I'm
gone
And I can't even worry 'bout my cares when I'm
gone
Won't be asked to do my share when I'm gone
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here
And I won't be running from the rain when I'm
gone
And I can't even suffer from the pain when I'm
gone
Can't say who's to praise and who's to blame
when I'm gone
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here
Won't see the golden of the sun when I'm gone
And the evenings and the mornings will be one
when I'm gone
Can't be singing louder than the guns when I'm
gone
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here
All my days won't be dances of delight when I'm
gone
And the sands will be shifting from my sight
when I'm gone
Can't add my name into the fight while I'm gone
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here
And I won't be laughing at the lies when I'm
gone
And I can't question how or when or why when
I'm gone
Can't live proud enough to die when I'm gone
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here
As I listened to it several times during the
last week of my career, I kept changing the last line to something like,
"I hope that I have done it while I was here." As I reflect back on it, a year
removed from retirement, I know I still have a lot to do while I am here. There's some oomph still left in me,
some fire in the belly.
But, for you graduates, you're just
beginning. What are you going to
do while you are here?
Be happy.
Be good. Find your own
barbaric yawp and disturb the universe.