The end of school that is. And it seems fairly obvious...
*Students are gone. All.the.time. Regional golf, tennis, track, baseball, softball. FFA is off to final competitions.
*Students are cRaZy. All.the.time. (Don't even go there.)
*Parent emails are inquiring about their cRaZy teens.
*I am swamped: Finishing the final unit, study guides for finals to write and distribute, and finals to write.
*The supplies we ordered a month ago are starting to come in. They've got to be stored for next fall.
*Grad announcements are arriving in the mail or slipped onto my desk.
*My summer is starting to fill up. I will sacrifice June and the first weeks of August, but I am being stingy with July!
*Only one more Monday after today.
How do I know the end is year? I am exhausted! (And this is why I could never teach school year round!)