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"in the manner."
but I take my leave from the academy
like he did,
"the string" now unwound.
One year later than planned,
and it was 40% my decision,
20% Mrs. Tingle's, and the rest from a Dean
who eyed a re-configuration with demonic gleam.
I'm okay, and happy to launch into the unknown.
(I toyed with the idea of extending
my stay, but better sense prevailed...darling.)
My hand will itch, of course,
and my eye will gleam,
when September comes.
But I say that I have few regrets.
I could have been more brave,
we all could.
I could have done more for the profession.
But my students, my "charges,"
well I gave them everything I had,
all I learned from my mentors,
and the books,
always the books.
It will be boxed up now,
and moved to a bedroom upstairs.
And occasionally I will sit among the boxes,
And I will miss it.