Labour Day. This has always been a momentous day for me because it marks the end of the summer and the beginning of the school year. It was always the day before something new began, the day before I became something that I hadn’t been before. Let me go back a few years to the first Labour Day ever, to the first ones I remember, and to what it has come to symbolize in my life even now that I’ve retired.
Since I am, in the end, a teacher, I’ll start with a bit of history about Labour Day.