I know you are all sick of hearing this. But, trust me you are not as sick of hearing it as I am of thinking it. What in the world am I going to do in 10 days when I turn in my school keys? Those keys have been on my keyring for 30 years. When all my desks are cleaned out and my paper clips neatly in the little organizer who will mess them up? What about all those little secret notes I have stuck everywhere to remind me of things. Who will find those? What if in 25 days they can't find something and I was the last one to have had it? Which I probably was. For the last 30 years, every school morning, I have stood at attention for the Pledge of Allegiance and recited it over the intercom. I have led the National Anthemn and given the morning announcements. How will people know what to do? Of course, I am being totally silly! I know that someone better, more energetic, a fresh new face, and all that will sit in my cushy chair. Her drawers will be clean and she'll be all organized. I know one thing though. It will be years before someone calls her " Office mama" or "Mrs. Office", or "the Mayor", or "Aunt Lynn", or all the other millions of names I gathered over the years. They never were quite sure what I did but they sure thought it was important. I can't walk down the hall without being smothered with kisses and hugs. If I am in the restaurant, grocery store, church, or anywhere in town I have a following of small children. Unconditional love given out by the tons. It just takes seniority for some things.