A friend asked recently if I still miss teaching and the beginning of school.
I had to admit that I do, and apparently always will, but that I am sort of glad I don’t have to prepare any lectures or grade any essays.
Actually, I miss the students and the friends with whom I taught but not the politics and the busy work involved in teaching.
I was thinking about my first day of school recently and wonder how many of you have a fond memory of that day. Well, I entered Central School 69 years ago and can still feel the thrill of seeing my first teacher, Miss Naomi Perryman, and meeting many of my classmates, some of whom I still have as friends.
Of late, I have listened to a number of younger people and have wondered why I don’t hear much about their teachers. I am told one more time that change occurs and that just because our generation felt close to our teachers does not mean that later generations have felt the same way.
I notice that we tend to talk about many of our teachers during Rattler Reunion and find that many of us have fond memories, whereas, others have memories that are less than fond. Most of us comment about how well prepared we were for life after school and how fortunate we were to have had such highly qualified teachers.
I find that much the same is true during homecoming because some of the younger generations don’t discuss their professors or their classes as much as those of us in the over-the-hill gang. In that case, we were closer to our professors because we were a small college during my baccalaureate years. We knew most professors on campus whether or not we were in their classes.
For instance, I was talking to a young friend at New Mexico State University recently, and she mentioned that something would be done during homecoming to honor Dad Jeff. I woke up at once to reply that I surely hope to attend that as he was one of my favorite people on campus in the early years and even before I entered college because he was State Rainbow Dad for years and used to visit our assembly here.
When many of us gather during our reunion here, we often mention Mrs. Babcock and then begin to tell all sorts of stories about her. We also talk about many more, especially our band director, Mr. R.G. Stephenson, who taught many of us from the fourth grade right on through graduation.
We remember almost all of the teachers we had here and have many tales to tell about them. Those tales seem to improve through the years, but we still share our school days.
During this time of year, I get just a bit restless and would like to stand in front of class for a few minutes in order to get that desire out of my system. I know that I could not return to teaching in public school because too many changes have occurred since I taught here, but I also know that I would still be able to find some very likable students and maybe even one or two who would really like to learn.
Teaching and learning are wonderful pastimes. School should be the most exciting time of a person’s life because so much learning takes place. I surely hope this will be a good year for teachers and students.
Lynn Moncus is a Tucumcari resident and can be contacted through the Quay County Sun by calling 575-461-1952.