Pomp and Circumstance

Obviously, I survived yesterday. Don’t ask me how it went. The only thing I can remember was a bunch of shouting and shoving, then I blacked out. I woke up later in the day in the school’s dumpster with a skull splitting headache and a copy of my sign-out sheet with all the signatures on it. That was good enough for me.

Today, I decided to attend graduation. Not because I had to as one last school duty requirement, but because I wanted to. It’s a treat for me, who teaches Juniors, to see past students with another year under their belts or unfortunately, a couple of years. I warned them to study. They’re so excited about finishing a chapter of their lives, and I know that I got to be a part of that. Thank God I got them to finish a chapter of something for once.

They’ll even come up to talk to me. Some try to hug, but my heart isn’t that tickled. Others thank me, and I have no choice but to thank them right back. I thank them for letting me to enlighten, to participate in their learning, and hear their thoughts and ideas.

And for those of you going, “Aww,” and making kissing noises, you can cram it. I don’t say that to their faces. I usually just say, “Stay out of trouble.”

I mean they’re still jack-a-ninnies. They’re just my jack-a-ninnies.