Every day they come in and act like monkies.
They smell. Haven’t we had the deodorant talk yet?
They wear inappropriate shoes – we told them to wear sneakers from here on out, darn it! Mostly little girls in pretty sandals.
They ignore us and do what they want; talking, goofing around. Then they tattle on each other. They skip out on homework. Aren’t we done with homework yet?
They get fresh. They get hot and lazy, and participation sucks. Get up. Off the floor. Now.
They act like they’ve forgotten all the rules we’ve carefully enforced all year.
They act like they’re already on Summer Vacation.
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Every day we come in and act like zombies. Who wants to go on a Dunkin Donuts/Wawa run?
We wear flip flops. Isn’t that against teacher dress code? Oh well.
We text each other how many days we have left. We text each other lunch orders and inside jokes. We text in class and in the hall.
We can’t believe it when there’s not an assembly or end-of-year festivity to take up class time, today. Aren’t we done with class time yet?
SGOs, APRs, PDPs; we turn nothing in by the due-date. We don’t even start them by the due date. That was due when?
We get hot and crabby and bitch about stuff. We act like it’s an imposition that we’re still here.
We act like we’re already on Summer Vacation.
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Personally, in the last two weeks since hubby isn’t home and the pool is open, I generally have the girls in suits and wine or beer on the pool bar by 5PM. Today I also ate a hotdog, leftover from a weekend pool party. With mustard. Yes, in the pool. What? Just cause I know how to live…
Soooo with you!! We’re almost there lol!
Love this! Was that hotdog with mustard approved by E? She’s always checking on the sodium levels!
I can’t imagine being a teacher this time of year. Everyone is SO checked out. Mine have 4 1/2 more days. The countdown is So on.