Head 'em Up, Move 'em Out

Two hundred and eighty grades calculated.  Thirteen teachers contacted.  Hundreds of final papers graded and handed back (well mostly).  12 dozen pencils chewed up and spit out by grades K through 5.  And while the top of my desk is still dripping with unfinished projects and slimy science projects that need to be rinsed down the drain, school is nearly over.  What a relief!  See you next year, fourth graders.  (Glad you're on your way to middle school, fifth graders.)  Honey, I'm pretty sure that after Wednesday I won't be coming home late for a few weeks.