Stick a Fork in It

Now that it is all said and done, today was a piece of cake. With the exception of one of our special ed kids locking himself in the clinic bathroom, today went off without a hitch. We never know how the kids are going to react to this last day - some are fine and others don't handle it so well.

My sister, PrincipalGirl, administrates in a warzone. She said that many of her students today were completely crazy. Teachers were calling for reinforcements all over the building. They didn't want today to end - so many of them go home to complete chaos that they can't comprehend being away from the only structure and meals they have. PrincipalGirl was talking to a first grader - a first grader, mind you - who told her that his mother told him that she was Santa Claus and that she wasn't buying any presents this year. PrincipalGirl said that this family was one of the ones that had been helped with the Angel Tree and all those other things that make sure that families without don't have to do without Christmas. WTH is my only reaction. Who treats a six year old like this? At Christmas?

No wonder we can't teach them how to read. Or add. Or trust. No wonder they can't believe in anything, including themselves.

So, while I'm scrambling to fill PrepGirl's and BrownBear's stocking, I'll just be grateful that I didn't have to deal with this stupid parent today. Because I'd be in jail right now.