The first three days have been survived.
I honestly wonder how many more can be outlasted.
This is how I feel about teachers/princi"pal"s/administration/"the board":
It's a strange sensation, knowing that these days are the final ones.
And that it's the beginning of the end.
Oh well, I do sort of like how School brings its friend, Fall along. It makes me feel crisp and fresh and wanting to buy arts and crafts. and mostly I anticipate jumping in a sizable pile of leaves and wearing long sleeves.
"I would send you a bouquet of newly-sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address."