I Just Can't Fight This Feelin' Anymore . . . .

Nothing propels the need to belt out some REO Speedwagon like the final days of school . . .

Teachers are grinning ear to ear, students are giddy, we all want out. As I stroll the halls I see unusually active classrooms, mostly filling the time until we are all free this Thursday . . .

In science class upstairs they are watching Twister . . . which I am sure holds TONS of actual scientific facts (yeah, right) . . . I look to my right into the math class and I see what looks like 30 Freshman talking about Lord knows what - certainly not math . . .

Oh, it may be a bit brisk for a June day - but we are almost done baby - and I am loving it.

Final Week of Student Teaching

Isn't life interesting? I thought these final day would never come. I was certain I would turn into Slimer from Ghostbusters and ooze into the crevices and cracks into the floor . . . and here I sit, grading my final quiz for my 11th graders . . . oh, how time flies when you are working your ass off.

I should probably wait to write this until next Friday when I am "actually" done, I think I just see my colleagues finishing up and I want to preemptively join in on the celebration . . . soon!