ONCE MORE INTO THE BREACH

Yesterday was the last day of finals.

Today is a 'makeup' day, and a short day at that.

97 percent of my grades are in the books, but there's still a nagging feeling that this last 3 percent will mean a marathon morning for yours truly. It always does, because I'm the kind of teacher who is always a sap for last-minute drama. "Yes, Julia, even though you've had three weeks to complete this assignment, I will take it on the last day of school since your computer blew up today." That kind of thing.

Well, it will all be over soon and then I can just focus on getting my room cleaned up, because I have to be completely disassembled by Monday morning: everything either taken away or labeled for removal and storage by district personnel.