With only 3 real school days left after today, Pepper the Cat & I are collecting our beach reading materials early. Want to make sure to have the latest, greatest, trashiest & trendiest for my trek to The OBX.
Next Thursday, our "official" last day, will be a totally worthless exercise. A smattering of kiddos~mostly froshies~will traipse thru the halls of Our Humble High School, ostensibly to acquire their grades, but really just to socialize & say goodbye for the Summer.
Then we teachers begin the idiotic process of "checking out." Really a form of a scavenger hunt, although involving signatures, but no real prizes. That is unless one considers being relieved of duty for a couple of months a form of compensation. More of a gift, I'd say.
I've got a packet with many instructions that don't say much. Included is a list of names. On Thursday, I will dutifully dash from person to person, as a colorful line of John Hancocks snakes down the page. Textbooks accounted for? Check. Tech equipment turned in and/or stowed? Check. Flag rolled up and put away? Check-a-rooni! Wouldn't want Old Glory to suffer a Summer mishap.