It is with mixed emotions that I write this article. Never in my wildest moments did I believe this would happen to me. I have reached a turning point in my life where it is necessary for me to leave the classroom permanently. No more full-time teaching, no more substitute teaching, only lovely, beautiful memories of all of the young people who have touched my life and tickled my funny bone.

A little over 40 years ago, I entered my first junior high classroom to try my neophyte wings by myself for the first time. What if the students did not understand what I was teaching? What if I made a mistake? What if I could not answer their questions? What if I became confused and flustered? What if they noticed my hands were shaking and my brow was sweaty? What if I fell flat on my face? Well, not to worry. The children were excited to have a brand new teacher. I must confess that at various times, I did do all of the above and other things I would rather not share.

Some of my dearest and happiest moments were spent during the 11 years I substituted at GNG High School. It did not take long before the students and entire staff became a second family to me. They brought such joy to my life that my eyes fill with tears as I recall different things. I used to chuckle when a student came up in back of me, put their hands over my eyes, and said, "Guess who, Miss Chandler." I would giggle and respond, "You know I can't remember your name when I see your face. What makes you think I know what it is now?"

Thank you, Young People, for sharing so much of yourselves with me. Thank you for sharing your dreams with me. Thank you for telling me you were worried about your grammy or grampa because they were old and sick. Thank you for telling me that I made a difference in your life. Thank you especially for being you and allowing me to be me.

Love and God Bless.

Liz Chandler