There are five more days in school.
Every year, at the end of May, I (along with teachers everywhere) mutter these words:
Holy $h!t we are NOT GOING TO MAKE IT!
My class is being so challenging lately, and constantly at each other's throats, so I had no choice to pull this baby out today right before lunch.
And for the rest of the day, we told each other "worry bout yousewf!"