Last day of school tomorrow. Always a few tears from some, usually the girls, who seem to be more emotionally aware than the boys and have a greater appreciation for what they're about to leave behind as they move on to middle school. Kind of a rough time for the teachers this year too, since the district has endured a minor bloodbath of budget cuts this spring, and it has affected our building more than anyone would want. I am not looking forward to having to give up my Adopted Little Sister, because I know there's no way she'll be back to take the half-time spot that will likely be available at our building for next year. She's too stinkin' good. Someone will recognize that and snap her up for her own full-time classroom, and I won't get to see her anymore.
But I'm still in a good mood. I sense positive closure on the horizon, and I'm ready for it all.
Album of the Day: "My Private Nation" by Train. One I always dig out at the beginning of summer, since that's when I first learned it. It contains one of my all-time favorite lyrics:
"My dad used to tell me I was lazy / I've got fierce moves like Patrick Swazye / I'm the leftover turkey to the world's mayonnaise-y..."
I can't hear that and not laugh out loud.
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