Now before I hear any whining from you folks with a month or more to go, please realize that we began our year in mid-August. I had never started that early before, but we did like the locals do. The public schools end at the end of the month. I am doing CATs the week after Memorial Day, so we still have that, and it'll formally finish us up at the same time that they do. This is our last week of stuff in the syllabus.
Last week was a very bad week. It was so bad that Bill suggested we take a week off. Had we even two weeks left, I would have, but with one week to go, delaying the end even more was depressing than suffering through. My students and I were in agreement: we wanted the school year to end. We simply disagreed on how best to accomplish that. I thought if I cut all unnecessary work and even reduced the number of problems in core assignments, we could quickly be done. My children felt that we should just move into summer vacation with nary a backward glance at those remaining worksheets.
Both sides dug in their heels, and by Friday I was exhausted from the battle. Bill told the kids they'd be sent off to school if they didn't start treating their teacher better. And honestly, I was all ready to sign them up, but only if they could start right away.
Fortunately, I just needed a weekend to breathe. Yesterday, I stopped at the store and bought three bags of candy with which to
We will get through this. And maybe we'll even like each other when it's all over.