Last day of school today. The last two weeks have been extremely painful. The last two weeks always are. 4th marking period projects and tests need grading, grades need to be finalized, final exams need preparing and then grading, end-of-year paperwork needs filling out, and a lot of loose ends need tying up. Throw in a few issues with parents, and suddenly committing myself to a nuthouse seems like a good idea. There wouldn't be any beer there, so I soldier on instead.
But the other teachers and I prevailed and made it to the final day. Exams are over, classes are over, and all that separates both the teachers and students from freedom is one half day in which students roam the building at will, clutching their yearbooks, spastically doling out hugs while the teachers make small talk of summer plans.
I had a small crew of regulars who hung out with me all day. I have a white board with a rainbow of dry erase markers in my classroom, and any teacher knows that shit is like catnip to students with free time, especially excitable 15-year-old girls. Among the things drawn/written on my board today:
Stevie was mad she didn't make the list.
But the other teachers and I prevailed and made it to the final day. Exams are over, classes are over, and all that separates both the teachers and students from freedom is one half day in which students roam the building at will, clutching their yearbooks, spastically doling out hugs while the teachers make small talk of summer plans.
I had a small crew of regulars who hung out with me all day. I have a white board with a rainbow of dry erase markers in my classroom, and any teacher knows that shit is like catnip to students with free time, especially excitable 15-year-old girls. Among the things drawn/written on my board today:
Stevie was mad she didn't make the list.
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