Honoring me

There's a line that I partially remember spoken by someone whose name escapes me (I looked it up- it's Woody Allen from Annie Hall). It's something 90% of life is just showing up. There are many versions of that type of line. Yogi Berra said about baseball that 90% of the game is half mental. Thomas Edison and others had other variants.

I got honored at the school's annual meeting last night for 13 years of service. You could say that 90% of that is just showing up, but considering that I'd never previously stayed at any job for even half that long, there's got to be more than that.

It's always nice to hear people say nice things about you and congratulate you. Over the years I've learned to take a compliment and not deflect it (harder than it sounds) so I can enjoy the moment. I don't like ceremonies or meetings very much though. They always last too long (and no, I'm not suggesting that they should have honored me and then just adjourned), but I did manage to rewrite the curriculum for my precalculus class for next year, so the time was not wasted.

At the end of the meeting, someone said something about the school year being over and time to enjoy the summer. All of the teachers present smirked at each other and thought (or said) "Not if you have to write report cards it's not." So that's what I have to do now- write report cards.

More later. We have in-service next week, which is always fun to report on.