Hi Friends, Some of you know that I've been struggling with the decision to leave my job. And keeping all this from my students has been taking even more out of me. So I decided to resign effective at the end of this quarter (I teach at a university). My last class was yesterday, and although I still have the final papers to grade and final grades to calculate, I am done. After the students left, I became more emotional than I thought I would. Just sitting in the empty classroom knowing that this was the last time touched me deeply. I was flooded by wonderful memories. But I also knew it was time to leave. Fear (about money, the future, etc) isn't enough of a reason to stay. While going through some old midterms and syllabi (my desk at home is a swamp) I came across a poem I used to teach that I still love. And now I feel more of a kinship with it because it's time for me to move on to the next period of my life. I trust that everything I need is already deep inside, just waiting for the season to turn. Root Cellar by Theodore Roethke Nothing would sleep in that cellar, dank as a ditch, Bulbs broke out of boxes hunting for chinks in the dark, Shoots dangled and drooped, Lolling obscenely from mildewed crates, Hung down long yellow evil necks, like tropical snakes. And what a congress of stinks! Roots ripe as old bait, Pulpy stems, rank, silo-rich, Leaf-mold, manure, lime, piled against slippery planks. Nothing would give up life: Even the dirt kept breathing a small breath.