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.
Catch a Falling Star 