Yesterday I wrapped up the school year with a ridiculous ritual, practiced by most all teachers. Pack up everything in the room. Make sure the flag is stowed properly. Nothing but furniture on the floor.
That means The Barney Cabinet is crammed to the gils. The Mickey D Toyz are dusted and boxed away. Even the leftover yearbooks have made their summer pilgrimage to the main office, in case someone wants to pick one up.
SUMMER NEVER SOUNDED SO GOOD, HUH?