Oh why great gods of the school schedule? Why must you have used such poor judgment? When it was -37 degrees and the wind chill whipped around us at -54 degrees, keeping us inside and wrapped in blankets and depression - why then did you give us so many days off from school?
The kids have checked out, they are done. They are not paying attention to the teacher, they don't care anymore. (Evident by the 9 wrong girly got on her last spelling test!!!) Frankly I have been in the schools and the teachers are done too... you are wasting our time and our short short summer. I have to go out there, I have to tell them - it's time to come in, this is going to be impossible. Because...
Now, now it is Sunday night - the sun is shining for the first time all day and it is beautiful, perfect really. The kids are swinging, playing, and getting along. The fighting is less then the laughter, and yet in a few minutes I need to call them in. I need to end the joy. They will blame me, not you oh school board gods. You are the ones who deserve to hear the cries across the district as children are being pulled away from outside.
There are showers to be had tonight. Early mornings loom for another week. Our season here is so short, why did you insist on making it a week shorter?
Oh, dear sunshine and perfection please hang on for one more week, we are coming - there is just one last thing we need to do, finish school.