When I started down this teaching journey at the ripe old age of 22, I just cringed at every mention of the title “Mr. Higgins” Apart from recalling my father, I was only 3 years at most from my 18 year old seniors. I mean we listened to the same music and watched the same TV shows. It was just so odd to have them use that title. It made me feel a bit sad and also made me long to return to college where the separation would not be there. But now – – upon retirement – – actually 2 months into it – – I realize that I will likely never be called, “Mr. Higgins” again. Now I miss it. Now I would like to feel that bit of respect that comes from the title. Now I miss those two letters.