Okay…I admit it. I have three calendars in my room and I never know the date. I never read my calendar e-mails and I seem to have a phobia about time, watches and clocks too…
So imagine my surprise when I was talking to one of my most beloved/frustrating administrators of all time, (he’s frustrating because I love him to pieces, and whenever he makes a blithe, well-intentioned decision that by-the-by makes my life completely frickin’ miserable, it’s really hard to tell him he just decimated your lesson plans and your life in one swell foop because he LIKES you and he wants you to LIKE him too and you just can’t convince him that not wanting your classroom footled about with is not a sign of DISLIKE…and anyway) and he mentioned that we only had two four day weeks left.
Four days? No. We had one four day week and one five day week.
No. We have graduation on Thursday of the five day week, and no finals on that Friday… we’re (theoretically–everyone’s going to be here Friday, there’s not a doubt in my mind) done on Thursday.
I swear to Triane, people, it was like Christmas in June…
Everybody start the count-down people… only seven hours in company with my 5th period class…canyagimmehallelujia?
Amen.
