Woot!

Kevin says that that's not a grown up word. Which is probably true, but this is what happens when you spend more time with 11-year-olds than with educated adults. But still...

We are finally in the last week of school. When you live in a resort town where school cannot start until after Labor Day, you go way past the time everyone else is out, resulting in a sense of "Why me?" Federal law requires 180 days of instruction. My district tacks on an extra 3, just to be sure. The end result is that the kids are all hyped up, and the teachers are just as hyped, but also wiped out. Regardless, by noon on Friday, graduation will be over and the kids I have taught for the last two years will be headed on to the great unknown that is MIDDLE SCHOOL. Before that, however, we have the chorus field trip, and the 5th grade picnic, and field day, and a movie-and-pizza party, and a final graduation rehearsal. Fun days? Absolutely. Tiring? You betcha.

But!

Kevin and I just booked a totally impulsive getaway to the Eastern Shore this weekend. Thanks to his military discount, I booked a room for literally HALF of the going rate. 2 days and 2 nights of sleeping in, and long breakfasts, and hiking, and small-town shopping, and seafood dinners (at least for me), and absolutely anything that involves lesson plans, or grades, or report cards, or discipline referrals.

Yeah. Come on... You know it's in there...

WOOT!