These are the dog days of the school year. It’s that time after the three-day-weekend fest of January and February (Monday after Christmas break, MLK day, end of semester teacher work day, Lincoln’s birthday, Washington’s birthday), but before spring break. It’s when everybody starts getting sick of each other, and the kids start cycling between bang-the-stick-on-the-desk sporty to bang-the-stick-on-the-desk lethargic… almost daily. It’s when you start seeing a lot of subs in the lunchroom, and kids in detention. It’s when the VP has to intrude on all the history classes and “remind students of the rules around here.” “It was only supposed to be 15 minutes, but Mr. SpongeBob ended up talking for 45 minutes. He kept walking out the door, and then would think of something to say again. And again. And again.” “Welcome to my world. Now you understand why I get crabby when I have to go to a faculty meeting. Or listen to the announcements.” “It was great. Mr. Valentine got all mad, and we got out of the quiz we were supposed to take.” sigh. Right now, we’re four weeks from a two week break. Our school board doesn’t like the two-week break that the


