The end of the year is never a smooth ride. Teachers often have an expectation of ending the school year on a positive note, telling each student how wonderful it was to have him or her in the class, and celebrating their achievements, etc., etc. But it never works out that way.
The last days of school are busy filling out paperwork for failing kids going to summer school, verifying grades, and hunting down slacker students who never turned in a final project despite numerous reminders and phone calls to parents. Besides that, even the best students are playing fast and loose with their behavior, knowing there isn’t much that can be done because, hey, it’s the end of the year.
With all material done being taught and assessed, there is little to do but play games, and the way my students are acting, it might just be the Hunger Games, because they’re about to start killing each other. I don’t know how many keep your hands to yourself or don’t throw that conversations I’ve had this week. Even I’ve thrown a few markers and your mom‘s in my classroom.
In the end, the last week of school isn’t the smooth pulling of a locomotive into the station, but a train wreck: collecting bodies and counting survivors.
Here’s to surviving. [raises glass]