You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here

Just a few more moments left with students, and after that. I get a reprieve from the governor. Today was my last one with the newspaper kids. I just have to test my speech kids, then we're done. Hooray!

Two of the news kids will be going to different schools next year, and one of the two wanted to give me a hug. I obliged, but I'm not one for long, tear-filled goodbyes. Some teachers get really emotional and squishy at the end of the year. I act more like a bartender at last call. You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here. Seems like the most rational reaction to the calendar switching over to summer break. 

I was off for the first testing session today, and I was running around closing up shop, so to speak. One of the counselors let me know that she had picked up the trophy my kids earned for their anti-bullying video. Enjoy:

Man, all I do is win...

Walking down a different hallway, I saw my friend Susan standing in a classroom holding a stack of completed tests. I offered to watch the students while she turned in the test materials. As I awaited her return, I saw that she was testing in a room where the teacher used a chalkboard. It may have been the chalkiest place on earth. 

Wow. 

But the day was long for one that ended in early release. It started and ended with meetings. I did sit down with the new yearbook adviser and share a few things I've picked up running the paper. I also got her some Photoshop lessons and the login to the yearbook's Twitter account. All in a day's work... Remarkably, I'm all caught up on work, too. It feels pretty strange, but it won't last. It's almost time to get to the work of changing my address.