Sadly, Madly, Badly… Ending

Yep, the last round-up is in sight for the silly old Cowboy Mickey…  The time has finally come, and I submitted my resignation to the principal,  Twenty three years I was a Cowboy in Cotulla, teaching English to mostly seventh graders.  I spent a lot of time polishing the heads of eighth graders too.  One year as a Wildcat at Creek Valley Middle School, a Lewisville School, working for the Wicked Witch of Creek Valley… seven more years in Garland teaching high school, one as a Garland Owl, and six as a Naaman Forest Ranger.  This year it all ends.  My heart is now sick and sad, and from where the sun now stands… I will teach no more forever.

Don’t weep for me.  Old English teachers never die.  They just slowly lose their class.  I will carry forward as a writer, an artist, and a wacky-bird cartoonist.  Not that I haven’t been those things all along.  I am still a dungeon master.  I am still father to Dorin, Henry, and the Princess.  I am still secretly the Knight of the White Rose.  Some day soon… but no, a fool knows for sure… but if a wizard is wise, there will always be room for doubt, and new horizons to conquer.  Did I pile the hoo-haw and self-pity high enough?  Not yet.  I still have a few more teacher stories to tell.