Back in 1987, I commuted from Buffalo to West Valley, New York. Preparation for the 90-minute commute and for the job itself was all too familiar, but never regimented. The role of a teacher was enough to get me going in the morning, besides coffee and a paycheck. Education pundits proclaim that critical reflection of the teaching profession is important. Retrospection is a cognitive and emotional process. There are some memories that can be savored and some that never heal. Too much introspection, however, does not provide the needed reassurance to the thought process. Socrates final pontification where the unexamined life is not worth living is one of those festering thoughts that I cannot purge. Many years and career moves later, I still cannot distance myself from that chapter of my life.