One of the great things about teaching is the beginning and the end.

I like the consistency in that. The start, the finish.

There’s an end point in sight every year. And that end point is quickly approaching — Friday.

I am utterly dumbfounded that this school year began with FoH as a little babe — all almost four months of him and now here we are, 13+ months.

The other great thing about teaching is the expected response of : Summer!

A school year is intense and demanding. Knowing I have this time to rest, recoop and relax … there is no price tag to put on that.

To these last few days going to seamlessly …