The day began like all the others: rushing because I woke up late, barely grabbing my coffee as I rushed out the door. Speeding through the yellow light, only to hit the next red one. It really was a typical morning for me. Little did I know this year the last day of school would bring tears. All. The. Tears. When I was in the classroom, the end of the school year with middle schoolers was always like "Bye Felicia" and we would try desperately to keep them from trashing the hallways with the loads of papers from their lockers. When I became an instructional coach, the end of the school year was just a locked office door and off I went on "travel" season (my nickname for summertime!). But this year, the end of the school year was all about the tears. Once I got to school, I began my normal routine: check my email, drink some coffee, and then grab the radio so I can head out to the parking lot to greet everyone as they arrive. That's where the tears star
My random hilarious adventures from the desk of an assistant principal.