The school year is over--or almost over--at most schools. We're in the midst of graduation-party season, and I'm suddenly starting to see a lot more kids out and about when I venture out for lunch during the week. I'm so jealous of those kids! One of the hardest things about being a grownup, to me, is the lack of summer vacation. Even though I haven't had a real summer vacation in years, I still feel that excitement as spring turns to summer. (Maybe I always will.)
Here's a poem by Mary Ruefle that really captures, to me, what those last restless days of school feel like.
The teacher asks a question. You know the answer, you suspect you are the only one in the classroom who knows the answer, ...