Either way, I'm ready for it to be over. At least with middle and high schools they really are doing school work up until the last day. They'll have finals the last week and then turn in their laptops and books the 2nd to the last day. The last day is a short day to party, eat and say goodbye. And I'll be rushing from one school to the other trying to help out the crush of students getting ready to leave.
They'll have field trips and last minute projects to finish up. Although these are not my responsibility, I'll be a driving force to get it all done. I saw an episode of "The Middle" the other night. The mom and dad were rushing around helping their kids get all the last minutes projects finished that they were supposed to have been working on all year. They were desperate to make sure their kids moved to the next grade; one had 32 hours of volunteer work to do in 20 hours, the other was supposed to be journaling every day and hadn't even started. So they just made stuff up for the journal entries and both parents were writing, sure the teacher wasn't going to read them. The teacher made the mom stand there and commented on how they went to Disneyland one day and Paris the next. The teacher said she really liked their son and would keep him another year, if it wasn't for them (the parents). It was pretty funny; I felt their pain.
Now my kids are to the age where I just have to stick out my hand and sign away their lives as they shove papers into my face. But often I am not told about things until the last minute. God was looking down on us over my older daughter's volunteer work she had to complete before the end of the year. She hadn't told me about it until we were standing in an art studio last month (thanks to my mother) and I suggested she help the artist with the sculptures for a community prayer garden for her community service project for her graduation requirements. Then my daughter mentioned she had to complete five hours community service for a class she was taking. Turns out the class is for her adviser this year who is having the kids do this project to count toward their graduation requirements. We really scored big on this one! Plus it may turn into a summer job for my daughter.
I feel guilty when I whine about wanting the school year to end because I don't want to wake up to an alarm clock anymore. Bless my husband who gets up at 4:00am and goes to work every morning. He will still have to do that in the summer. Although, he can say goodbye to his daughters on the way out door to work. They often stay up until 4:00am in the summer.
Oh, and in case you're wondering, 211, Days. 17, Hours. 42, Minutes until Christmas.
Sigh. Is it summer yet?