Although retirement has only lasted through one week of school without me (Perish the thought), I still feel that 3:25 pm jolt. 3:25 was the time that school was dismissed for most of my career. I don’t care if I am taking a nap (which is actually an excellent thing to be doing in the middle of the afternoon), driving a car, or folding laundry. When 3:25 arrives I pop awake and look around me for instant chaos – but none arrives. I don’t trust this quiet at 3:25. I am thinking students are going to pop out of the doors and surprise me. 3:25 is an EVENT for me. I feel a big shift happen at that moment – not a good thing or a bad thing – but something is certainly going down at that time – and I am not invited to the clock anymore. I don’t know how I feel about that.