6.6.13

Almost

Tomorrow is the last day of the regular school year. I thought about what a year it's been last night as I cleaned out my bag. As I picked out crumbs and pieces of unidentifiable objects (I'm as bad as the students), I concluded that all in all, it was kind of a crappy year. I never want to see someone again in such a terrifying state of hypoglycemia, my phone was stolen and crushed, and I've been trying without success to become a CPR instructor since September - a monkey I'd have had off my back months ago had I had some different (read: helpful, considerate) co-workers. C'est la vie: tomorrow begins two weeks off, and then I'll be back here to work summer school, and then off all of July until Aug. 12. I really shouldn't complain. 

It was my last day today with many of the kids, including my diabetics. Spitfire was her usual independent self, waving at me to have a good summer as she left. Mr. High Maintenance, who is off to middle school next year, told me, "You're coming with me!" when I told him to have a great time as a 6th grader. (He's been increasingly resistant to the idea of a new school as this year passed us by.) I'll miss him, and as much as his mom drives me nuts, her too. When I called to let her know his blood sugar today, she said, "I don't know what I'm going to do without you." Awwww! 


And in reference to my stolen phone, the county probation office called me today and invited me to Sticky Finger's court date this coming Monday. I'm not going, but can we just take a moment to think about the fact that it has taken four months for a simple phone theft - one where the suspect confessed - to be processed? Oh, our lovely court systems. 


Until tomorrow...

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