"Golden lads and lasses must, like chimney sweepers come to dust."
By happenstance, I found out that one of my old boyfriends had died. He was always a romantic figure to me, good-looking, smart and rebellious. He always did the unexpected. He wasn't exactly mad, bad, and dangerous to know, but close enough for southern Ohio. I broke up with him because I couldn't stand the ups and downs of a relationship with someone basically undependable. I don't even know if he realized I had broken up with him, because he kept coming in and out of my life. The last I saw of him was when we both graduated and he went hurtling into the world like a rocket. I heard of and from him once in a while afterwards, then I went off somewhere and lost touch with him. I always wondered what had become of him.
Well, he is dead, and has been for quite a while. That certainly answers the question of why he was not at our last reunion. But I was amazed to discover that this iconoclastic figure had ended up as a small-town school superintendent.
I wouldn't say this is so unusual. There are educators and educators...depends what they teach.
ReplyDeleteI know what superintendents of schools do, and it involves endless meetings and dealing with bureaucrats.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, he turned respectable, and he is dead. End of story.
A teacher lives in his pupils. End of story it isn't.
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