And a deep breath out....

Yesterday was the last day with kids.  We have one more day of workshop.  I think I can.  For the third year in a row, I have packed up my entire G-D classroom.

Despite my poor time management over the last weeks, finding a girl who turned in the term's two papers on Wednesday had copied another student's paper, and having a rude mother decide that her child needed an extension to raise the child's grade from a B, I did not cry today.  However, after a near meltdown with my friend-friend, I did jump into something that will be a huge departure for me if it works out.  Such a huge departure, in fact, that I can't tell you what it is because then my sneaky-sneak anonymity would be totally blown.

I got my grades done, but didn't get checked out today.  I'm trying to get someone to help me pick up my boxes this weekend.

The End is Near

Today I stayed at school until 7:30 to finish grading the kids' Close Reading essays.  I grade using turnitin.com, so the kids will actually be able to see their grades tonight.

I still have to grade tests, independent reading projects, and two essays' worth of rewrites before grades are due Friday afternoon.

O, I also have to pack up every single damn thing in my classroom for the third year in a row.  Hopefully there won't be a flood this time.

Now, I am going to bed, because the idea of actually sitting up straight is making me cry on the inside and moan a little on the outside.